Poem
'Francis Bacon Created Australian Literature' by Stuart Cooke
by Stuart Cooke •
His feet were stubborn
on the frozen path.
He put it into His hand, then
they walked along a bit. The mud
splashed; it was all coming back,
that big cow with a bullet-head
bending over his bed
in a dream. His jaw was swollen
with a bull's eye,
his shadow bunched on the wall.
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