Elly McDonald


Backstage (1982)

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never believe these people aren’t dangerous

They lie They betray the curve

of jaw neck shoulder

from you I wanted tenderness

Trust and dependence I recall the nights

spent waiting

in cyclindrical gas chambers, backstage

With the band The elite

this might be hell, this doomed this

Damned this Dachau I

can’t live can’t breathe this

Poison bitter this

this spited air


Author: Elly McDonald

Worked in the Australian rock music industry as a journalist and published widely as a poet before moving to London and spending the better part of a decade in advertising agencies. Returned to Australia and tried teaching, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees but also briefly as a high school classroom teacher. Has travelled Western Europe, North Africa, Russia, Northern India, East Asia, coastal USA, some Pacific Islands, and Australia.

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