I batter myself against your edges
and break in two:
perfect halves spitting sparks.
I watch myself crumble and fall
under the spear you cast.
I’ve created my own perfect pain,
You recoil at the smear you made
And I stare balefully back at
the hounds at your heels,
the unyielding rock below,
the diamond angles covered in cloud.
We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present and emerging. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.