Darebin Creek Crimes

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by James Walton


Sometimes it was my turn

to buy the shilling’s worth

of broken biscuits

from the new Summerhill shops


then the Ryans and me

would cut through the last paddock

for a watermelon

and the buckshot over our heads


broke up like comets

entering the atmosphere


we caught yabbies with the tin

and our crumbs we reckoned

floated all the way to China


decades later I ran into Johnny

at northlands car park


he killed that nice Buchanan kid

the lone cashier at the Drive In

with a sawn off shottie

when he was fourteen


now he’s just a tatt on Aids


but we had a laugh

I remember you allright Jimmy

how you brought down dragonflies

spitting out those stolen pips


your aim was that good

yeah but I only got community service

his toothless gums so wide


I could’ve been a dentist