So this is my ‘possum’ poem – also features a dead possum.
2010. I don’t care what anybody says - I’ve driven country roads at night and on dusk and at dawn and I’ve come across many native animals on the road or beside the road, kangaroos, wombats, emu, camels, different sorts of marsupials — I know they could be out there and I’ve always been able to avoid butchering them with my car. Likewise, in the city I’ve always been able to avoid ploughing into cats and dogs that run out. So it really pisses me off when I hear people boasting how they ‘cleaned up’ some poor animal while driving. To me, a lot of it is plain deliberate.