Poem #35 (Queen of spades) was released in a tree on the edge of the green in Port Fairy, where someone on stage was murdering an already quite murderous Coldplay song.
Feel this sting of the slap
to our collective pride
There's nothing like asking
for what we get slapped down
across a bargaining table
and onto the bouncy floor
like Chicken Marengo.
We steam soft in the meetings
shake our disbelief aside: harden.
Do it again, again, again:
Solidarity: make them hear.
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