There are two links here, one for the licence arrangement for the picture and the other is to the blog I wrote about the car accident. If you wish, have a read about the accident first and you will see why I wrote the poem. I tried to write one about the boy and for the life of me I couldn’t do it. After 31 years his death still hurts me deep inside, the senselessness of it and the neglect shown by his father. The father, his brother and a mate had hijacked two million dollars worth of frozen seafood and they were selling it off around the countryside. He had two thousand dollars in his wallet when he died. The poem is about a step mother. I may be judgemental, I don’t know, what I do know is she had no feelings other than for herself. That made me angry. I put the car there to illustrate the poem, the actual wreck was black and twisted, a bent oven. While waiting for the car to cool down I drove to the caravan park ( trailer park ) to let the driver’s de facto wife know what had happened. I’ll let the poem tell the rest.
WHAT ARE YOU?
You call yourself a mother.
Then you stir and stagger
from your foetid den of crime and booze.
Then scream at me when you are told,
that they are dead.
No care for him, just,
where’s my gold?
He had the money, it must be you
who’s taken it.
It wasn’t mine, I just don’t care.
Now fuck off and let me grieve,
for a man I’ve lost who paid my fare.
He said we’d move from this
Where I must stay and drink my Jack
and spread my legs to keep his love.
Now you tell me he’s gone.
You bastard pig,
you lying swine.
Oh my man, my man,
we would entwine
he’d tell me things.
Of what we’d do when his ship came in.
Come in it did they robbed it blind.
Oh God, I thought my mind
I can leave behind this den of lust
and drugs and live again in some far off place.
But then you come and tell me lies.
Look at my face
and say it isn’t so.
He isn’t dead.
Can’t you lie to me?
He always did, that’s why I’m here.
Now go away and let me cry
for someone bad and bold.
Now piss off mate,
just find my gold.
Laurie Smith copyright 2013.