(from) ‘Spectres Ma(r)king Education of Arrernte Country, Central Australia’, 2024

I shadow you

where no shadow is possible

no light falls on florescent lit faces

Waxed stretched lino scrawls

your focused tapping – tap, tap, tap

knuckles the brick wall

anchors your body

to this hollowed out place

this groundless, boundless movement

This place, your fright

your flight, my dismay

Dismay, a parched riverbed

this salt-crusted ground

moves dancing limps

Coolabah trees

cool-a-bah trees