Re: Atinae Afamiliona jailed for six years for machete attack on his wife
a gleam of silver...
carved wooden handle
caressed in a fist...
The machete lying above the fale post –
the machete beside the umu pit –
the machete hidden deep in thick bamboo –
the machete close to the roasting pig –
the machete swiped across the palm frond –
the machete concealed behind the toilet door –
the machete beneath the counter of the market stall –
the machete slashing plantations leaves –
the machete hanging amidst the White Sunday best –
the machete resting above the kava bowl –
the machete glinting in the outrigger boat –
The machete’s bloody blade of malice
always ready to inflict deadly menace –
... the intruder who steps around the sleeping dogs,
... the assailant who taunts with a loaded gun,
... the robber who treads softly in the silent dark,
... the anguished terror of the unruly son,
... the nightly tears of the betrayed daughter,
... the searing silence of the loyal wife,
... the desperate pleas of the slaughtered one.
A machete beneath the driver’s side foot mat –
The machete wielded high above the shoulders,
the machete flung sideways from his hip,
the machete raised relentlessly over her legs,
the machete swung wildly to and fro,
The machete forcefully grasped,
Raining lethal blows
just so she knows –
she can never leave.
The machete has no business
being on Sydney’s streets.
For twenty years
it had been her private hell
now it was all on public view.
Before, who ever knew
She. Was. Always. Ready.