last exit to brisbane...

Boundary St

that forged black scratch

a vein from Southbank to West End

with a tail swallowed by the chocolate river

this is the line, the limit

where the dark-skin were told—

DO NOT CROSS!

a fence raised to protect the colonial domiciles of angels and

gadflies

and even today, at rush hour

that tar permanently keeps the scar alive

and the dead languages buried

to only escape in the bitumen heat-haze

and fall upon deaf ears

as this boundary continues to stay true

to its makers

denying the junkyard dingo

the treasures of the city

no access to Easy St

fringe-dwelling in white-light static

on the last exit to Brisbane.