Published in Overland Issue 215 Winter 2014 · Uncategorized Borderlines Jenni Nixon 1. forty-three West Papuan men women and children five weeks in wild seas in a traditional double outrigger canoe drifting four days without food or water washed ashore on Queensland’s Cape York Peninsula relocated to Christmas Island − if sent back we will die one of many who served prison time for raising outlawed flag pro-independence activists for decades are hunted in the jungle a slow genocide: raped imprisoned tortured shot bodies thrown in the river houses burnt land occupied boys from the remote highlands − sent alone to the sea while at the northwest point on Christmas Island construction cranes swoop across a new detention centre another prison for those who flee persecution 2. out-of-control bushfires burn red across the skyline cricket bats thwack tennis balls to racquet’s pock in scorching summer heat frolic in a pool dive in the ocean who cares about refugees? climate change is absolute crap − says Tony Abbott evacuees from drowned islands homes swallowed by the sea are economic migrants we deliver straight to PNG the Australian navy tows asylum boats back cuts them loose in Indonesian waters saves refugees from drowning who surrender then to suicidal despair seeking asylum is a human right − our colonial plan: dump ’em overseas fails to meet international standards the UN found conditions on Manus Island harsh hot humid damp and cramped 3. next we must stop the birds crossing sovereign borders send them packing process them in cages offshore as the European pigeon said to an Indian mynah: go back where you came from! Jenni Nixon Jenni Nixon is a Sydney author, poet and performer. More by Jenni Nixon › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 22 November 202422 November 2024 · Fiction A map of underneath Madeleine Rebbechi They had been tangled together like kelp from the age of fourteen: sunburned, electric Meg and her sidekick Ruth the dreamer, up to all manner of sinister things. So said their parents; so their teachers reported when the two girls were found down at the estuary during a school excursion, whispering to something scaly wriggling in the reeds. 21 November 202421 November 2024 · Fiction Whack-a-mole Sheila Ngọc Phạm We sit in silence a few more moments as there is no need to talk further; it is the right place to end. There is more I want to know but we had revisited enough of the horror for one day. As I stood up to thank Bác Dzũng for sharing his story, I wished I could tell him how I finally understood that Father’s prophecy would never be fulfilled.