“Grindle Road” has won the Rosewood Green Open Age – Local Poets Award at the 2016 Ipswich Poetry Feast.
A bull bar is a ute’s clenched fist. There
is no prestige left in its silver colour. There
is no classic style to death. The killing floor
was outside, late at night between the men’s
& women’s prisons. He could imagine the
inmates asleep in their cots, whimpering as
he drove off the road & into the grassy gutter
blasting into the radiant mob like a steel bolt
into a cow’s forehead. The force felt inside
the cab was equivalent to smacking a face.
The high humidity suspended particles of
roo, clotting night’s air with smell of fresh
blood, like a stained tinted window. Death
was not instant. Seventeen times he floored it.