Cameron Doomadgee

• Ashley Masters, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

There was a fall.

Wind’s howls were his strangled cries
Thunder crashes were his broken ribs
Drumming raindrops were his heartbeat

Descent from citizen to cellmate
Plummet from father to fiend

There was a fall.

Waves drawn in for every breath he wouldn’t
Birds singing out for every word he couldn’t
Clouds held back for every punch that wasn’t

Plunge from person to persecuted
Fall from sound to silence

There was a fall.