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Here is an excerpt from True Crime published in Australian Poetry Anthology 4. The original version of this sequence was written as part of the SA Spoken Word / Adelaide City Library Poet-in-Residence project.

364 WHI “Undone by Ancestry”
Do you really think I meant it to end like this?
Do you seriously reckon this was my plan?
I had no choice in the matter, it’s in my blood.
They set me up, nailed me, pumped me full of it.
And here I am telling you straight. Listen hard.

364.1066 ROW “The Lord of Sabotage”
Of course, there was someone else. There is always
someone else, pulling levers, flicking switches, issuing
muted instructions in the dead of night, undetected
behind curtains of smoke, walls of mirrors, and me
sliding on track, the rest of us, sliding down his track.