The hard hats were sitting three or four floors up. If they’d
dropped something I’d have never left Brisbane 1972. They
turned their machines on, although it was their lunch hour.
The black man standing on the fountain opened his mouth &
a huge shadow fluttered out. It took two years for me to be
walking on another black march through Brisbane. What do you
achieve by walking down the middle of the street? It’s an
achievement to walk in the street. The police ordered us up
onto the footpath of 1974. Somebody ran out of a pub in
Wellington 1969 & hurled a beer bottle. That was a silent
march. The beer bottle shattered into a thousand silences,
for people to cut their feet on. A chip landed on my shoulder
but it’s probably fallen off since then.
© Eric Beach