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My Eternal Captain

Christine Paice

Jan 01 2013

1 mins

(Joe Byrne, a member of the Kelly Gang, died at the siege of Glenrowan, aged twenty. His body was strung up after death for photographs.)

 

The photo that you see of me is not me.

I lived my life

in brotherhood

little else to do

apart from opium and horses

cows and stars  

the earth revolved round him

and I am dead.

That photo is not me.

I’m the one who shot

my best friend

in the face

I’d loved him since

we were small

we thought we could

always do it all and did.

The photo that you see of me

is not me—

my season overshadowed

by plough shares

and the gun

those coppers

thought they had us

on the run and did—

darker still the shadow

of my eternal captain’s gun.

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