Paperbark trees, butcherbirds,
a narrow path to the sea;
that place gone, like clouds.
Only I remain. The tree outside
my home does not exist here,
the grave my father is buried in
is far, as is my mother, who lives
in a small flat, gives love recklessly,
takes it away in madness,
her anger the venom of a snake.
Sometimes, it is too much.
I do not want to see it, the dead
and the yet dead; the weight of knowing.
Ion Corcos has been published in The High Window, Australian Poetry Journal, Allegro, Panoply, and other journals. Ion is a nature lover and a supporter of animal rights. He is currently travelling indefinitely with his partner, Lisa. His first pamphlet, A Spoon of Honey (Flutter Press, 2018), is out now.