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. He is currently travelling indefinitely with his partner, Lisa. His first pamphlet, A Spoon of Honey (Flutter Press, 2018), is out now.