Half a revolution of the world away

by Kerrie Doyle

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Half a revolution of the world away,
three days of travelling
and here I am.

The country of the colonisers,
I am called ‘colonial’
for the first time.

My pale skin
bears testimony
to the love of a gin.

Do I have family here?
Whose genes do I carry
From the Mission?

Turn around and look at me – we might be family.

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