Last night I lay beside a girl with matted hair in a little shanty down by a river
where the ducks with their ducklings would float along and the eels with their elver did slither
and the wind blew through the windows
and the both of us did shiver
all through the night did we shiver
I wanted to go home, so I asked her the way
she said “you can’t go out there alone in that howling sideways rain”
so I lay back on the floor
and I knew I had to stay
yes all through the night would I stay
I couldn’t feel my arm, so I told her I was hungry and sick
she laughed and rolled a cigarette and said “did you think I’d fall for that trick?”
so I turned my head away
and the air was smoky and thick
all in my lungs was it thick
she pulled out of a draw into the mattress on the floor
something that she kept hid from my view
I couldn’t see her eyes in the flickering light
so I didn’t know just what she might do
she put a finger on my chest
and somehow then I knew
yes all through the night, I knew
and as the sun pushed through the treetops at the top of the hill
the cockatoos were silent now, the green bush was deathly still
she said “will you walk with me?”
I said “I have to so I will
all through the green bush I will”
so we hopped across the stepping stones, and trudged on through the mud
the ducklings were gone, the eels were fat and feathers painted the water with blood
she held was something in her hand
but she quickly covered it up
yeah all from my eyes she covered it up
then somewhere in the green bush a possum screamed as the clouds were taking form
there was a drop of rain and thunder played the anacrusis of a storm
and the girl she was gone
and my throat felt strangely warm
yes my throat was strangely wet and warm
in that split second of time I was crippled I was blind
blood spattered down the front of my shirt
and at the back of my head I a voice as she said
get up boy you ain’t even hurt
and the green faded to black
as I lay in the dirt
all through the night I lay in the dirt
now back home with my doctor, her hair grey at the roots
she said “where have you been my boy, out on one more of your unnatural pursuits?
Tell me where have you really been?”
and I pointed at the mud on my boots
yeah I said “just look at the mud on my boots”
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