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

Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer.

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