Editors Note:
She buried him down on the edge of town
Where the brigalow suckers on the cemetery creep
She stood with them children in a heavy brown gown
What you want you just can’t always keep
I looked at his face and his colour turned white
He turned slowly and said “I can’t make it till night
My body is broken, I’m bleedin’ inside”
And the life slowly drained from his eyes
— ‘DROVING WOMAN’ by Kev Carmody
Thanks to Ray Jackson for his comments below about the Guardian article ‘Australia’s Dark Heart’
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an excellent follow-up article re the death of mr.… Go to Article
