Chittagong A kennings poem for Bellevue Hill Public School Rusted whales beached in the Bay of Bengal. Ribs dismantled, returned to metalled mud. Ships splinter, brittle as bone. No time to carve tombstones in sand. Blueprints don’t detail these distances or depths, boys hide and seek in hulls. Debris blazes on scrapyard shores. Fractured shifts [...]
