Tonight’s poem is likely to be revisited many times for editing. It barely scratches the surface of the emotions encountered when considering the events of Black Saturday and my personal role in them. I’m not particularly happy with it as a piece of writing but am glad that it is written. Perhaps it will act as a catalyst for a deeper (and more literary) examination of the events and issues. The poem is called ‘That day’ – you’ll find it in the list of poems. Thanks, as always, for reading.
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