MAYHEM - Issue Four

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Rachael Elliott

Grave

how far did you dig?
how many colours 
did the dirt turn
until it finally went 
yellow?
how hard did you tamp
tap
pat

and where is the whine
of the bullet that ended it?
where is the roar
of rain
on the hood of your blue coat

motherfucker?

underground melody
muffled, woundless
it ended up dead anyway
didn’t it?

finger
gullet
hollow
bone

it escaped through the hole you made
but now you won’t find it
see, pigskins rot
and even though you hid it
the red dog will 
bring 
it 
back

learn:
old bones don’t stay buried
there’s a kind of music to them
dormant frets
plucked from the dirt
will thrum
in your picking fingers
soon
everything will sing
and everything will surface
piece
by piece
by piece

Contributor's Note
Rachael has an MA in creative writing from the University of Waikato. She was Editor of Nexus Magazine (which received three Aotearoa Student Press Association awards) and she won the 2degrees Poetry Slam in 2014. Her work has appeared in Poetry NZ, 4th Floor and JAAM.