Cross-cultural

I tell people that I'm cross-cultural
'cos I went to school in Sandy Bay
but grew up in Moonah,
on a hill as bald as Calvary,
with a zinc-work halo on every full moon,
follow the smoke-trail sticky in the air,
the emphesima-rattle of the hidden city,
you can't get in unless you pass through security,
you can't get out unless you shower,
the silver city lit like Christmas
just across the heavy-metal river
from the Pink Palace.

© Liz Winfield