My brother slid away


My brother slid away
My brother slid away. We can't imagine where he went to.
This is a story of our past,
red teacher,
mother of
she whose soul is black like her eyes and her songs are the proof of this;
and he who drinks the moon for breakfast, feasting on the calculus of longing and the mayhem of the night.

what do we bake with the flour of tomorrow, lover?

Lovingly, the bread of today.

The domain
Listen, you said in the underground car park just before you slipped into the shadows. Listen,
we were not forgotten.
We were never ever known. We know
ourselves though, brother. I
bring my bucketloads of tenderness and history to you
here in the underground car park, the one they kicked us out from
when the powers and principalities descended on our town. Oh
how we laughed when we heard the poor apologists explain that
we were better off and less exposed if we were made to move from here.

Listen, you said. (And by the way I know you're never gone from here. They say you are. I'll never bless them, brother!) Listen, you said to me. Does anybody think we'll go away from here just because they've sanctioned us and breached us, preached at us, acquired our country, stolen our yesterdays, the silk and hardy timbers of them

Do they really think they've crushed our silvers and our souls by managing our sturdy little incomes? Oh I know we count for nothing.

Do they think we'll have nothing to say in the spiral that consumes and liberates us? Washed away with the tinge of forever? Yes,
I'm numbered
but not numbed. I am as canny as a bloody old dog.

Listen, you said. I
own the road. Its hardness is my throttled heart. Do you think they can catch me, they with their policies and punishments? Not likely, brother. Not likely, you said before you slipped into the shadows in the underground car park. This is my dominion, you said; I, the dominated. This is my domain. 

John FalzonDr John Falzon is Chief Executive Officer of the St Vincent de Paul Society National Council and a member of the Australian Social Inclusion Board.


Topic tags: new australian poems, john falzon, My brother slid away, The Domain



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So beautifully spoken...
catherine | 22 June 2010

I've long admired John Falzon's writing. Now I discover what I already knew: he's a poet.
David B | 22 June 2010

The Domain needs to be in the next anthology of the finest Australian poetry.
Fiona Dodds | 23 June 2010

Pity me. I haven't a clue of what he is on about.
Arthur | 24 June 2010


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