Elly McDonald

Writer

Meat (Lennie’s Song) (1981)

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Men

are made to invade and to hit

grim-faced and intense, they force me to feel

nothing but them: they bruise me

then leave me

pleading for pain, and all abused flesh

like meat on a spit

Some lamb

 

so when I’m empty

I want to be beaten

down, again, or to slash my face

which men have seen but

Men die

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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