Calcutta

I just submitted an application to do the Masters in Creative Writing at Victoria University. Here is one of the poems I put into my submission.

A phone call was all it took
A phone call destroyed two lives
“Poppa’s had a fall
I can’t get him up
come over
quick.
hurry.

19 Tainui. I ran
Saw him collapsed by the bed
Poppa’s cries of pain
Hip dislocated
mind too
gone.
poof.

We’re on a Calcutta street
I am now a rioter
Poppa’s flashing back
to a dark dark place
me too
riot.
hide.

A phone call to 111
Ambo takes him from 19
Poppa’s got dementia
He can’t remember
you.
me.

Joan and Derek built this house,
built it to last a lifetime
Through scotch and talk
and roast pickled pork
it stood the test of time.
Five pairs of footprints
etched in the concrete floor.


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