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Ostrich
LIZ McQUILKIN
Call me a coward, I’d rather not watch
visuals of violence, dispatches of sadness.
I turn my back on killings and maimings
invasions and corruptions
recessions and depressions.
I turn my back on the evening news
leave the living-room
escape to my books
where I bury my head.
Yet I listen to news, read papers and journals
make my own pictures of turmoil until
the optimist in me quails
folds her eyes shut, covers her ears
commands me to bury my head
in my books.
© Liz McQuilkin
Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
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