Ethel Malley’s Sonnet



If only he’d met a nice girl

and settled down in Croydon…

That blasted poetry, a void in

which his arty friends would hurl

him. He could of been a mechanic

by now in Footscray

instead of dead today

at twenty five. He was always manic


What with breeding mozzies,

frogs – that damn pet swan.

A life gone down the drains. Aussies

thought he was having them on


I said, I said “These poems are jokes.”

Ironic now he’s labelled Hoax



© rob walker, 2005

(originally published in Cordite Poetry Review’s Children of Malley

Issue #23, Dec 2005)

Also in tropeland (Five Islands Press) 2015


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