Archive for October 24th, 2012

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Echidna in a Parking Lot (for my son) by Dorothy Hewett

‘Well, I’ve done my good deed for the day,’ he said.
‘I rescued an echidna from the parking lot.’

‘I had a wonderful afternoon,’ he said.
‘I watched some wild mice making a nest in a tea-tree.’

‘I got drunk on vodka and danced all night by myself.
I lay on top of a blonde and bit her on the neck.’
He loathes demonstrations or making himself conspicuous.

Next year he’ll be called up, given a gun
and a meat ticket, or forty days in Holdsworthy
in a bright cold concrete cell with a spy-hole
and a plastic bucket and a water-bottle.
He’ll say, every thirty minutes, day and night,
‘Private J. Flood, No. XXXX, forty days sir,’
and be given thirteen slices of bread every twenty-four hours.

I wish he was an echidna or a wild mouse
who could hide in a parking lot or a tea-tree.


Date: 1995

By: Dorothy Hewett (1923-2002)