About twilight we came to the whitewashed pub, On a knuckle of land above the bay
Nothing Left Standing
Till I came to a blind cliff That got no sun
One clink black night in June
Old house shaded with Macrocarpas
Concrete Grady and old Jack Flynn
The whitewashed pub On a knuckle of land above the bay
Angel above a clump of old man manuka
An angel with a sword
Angel with a sword
And we will walk on the shore
Acrylic on copper 150/150 mm Excerpt from: The Holy Life and Death of Concrete Grady And then a gale caught me And threw me north. There was nothing left standing On the bare-arsed earth. Private Collection
Till I came to a blind cliff, That got no sun
Blind Cliff
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