'Jealousy of the Undertow/Tombstone' by Lionel Fogarty | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

The need to recall the journey
Is her gift to her children?

They are the perfect journalists
To inscribe her tombstone

Outside my bedroom window
I see them walking the path to my door

Who understands the logic?
That they look so much like me

Meanwhile what a lousy deal
They will also in heart my life

This heat reminds me of a certain freedom
Is hell the detour to heaven?

Until our bones prevent us
From dodging an eternal life

I wonder if she even spoke to God?
The bird that sits in the tree outside my window

A thousand rivers, collided and changed direction
Within my chest
I realise there is much more journey to be done

Lionel Fogarty