The death of an Aboriginal man, Ocky, at the back of the Church.
Ocky’s Camp: the dim back corner of the Church. A little row of medicine bottles for his chest complaint, a little carrier bag, a few papers, the plate of his last meal, and some tattered blankets on the floor. Beside his head, a pair of thick-lensed glasses.
Kneeling beside the … Continue reading →
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