Almanac Poetry: ‘Women Screaming Like Crows’ – Tommy Mallet



Women Screaming Like Crows



It’s around 3am.

Down on the street women scream like crows.



Drunk, I pull the curtain to watch

boys and men

kicking each other around the mouth of a lane

that wants to both swallow and spit

them out.

Sweat, blood and alcohol

heave across its rim, this way, then that,

in working-class ballet.


I linger a while,

small-time barracking,

not giving a damn.

It will be repeated tomorrow,

and the night after

and has for all time.


Looking hard enough, I see myself down there,

once or twice.


If I squint, I can see the street

when it was dust,

and before that, bush,

wallabies fighting for turf.



Soon enough the sound of crowing women

puts me to sleep.




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