‘The daily, gusty sea breeze is colloquially referred to as the “Fremantle Doctor” in honour of the stench of burning human flesh blown inland from the Fremantle crematoria in the early days of the colony’s existence.’
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As I Was Walking Through The Bush by Nick Coyle
Read the poem here.
As I was walking through the bush,
Big sun rolling gold in the gums, I
Met a kangaroo, a big one too
Propped up on shaky arms.
‘Wait, mate,’ he whispered,
Voice flanked by white foam, red
‘Hark you to me, I’ve a secret for thee
Before I’m called home, dead.’