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By Jack Joseph Smith
Hell wasn't the names of the men
from Sidney to Mangana mysteries
Death drove the smell the whole go
That's how I got in at the
Marine dock
The skipper doctor, and civil engineer
had got off in a state of shock
I remember the 18,000 was
coming down the planks
to the cattle pens
from shocks of
they remaining left behind
while I joined the rivermen
insane
From what must have been
some sort of blame
hidden in my humanity
Now we stood on the dump
there's a very much sending
experiencing the pity in tragedy
With what last days
(Below our helpless hands)
Which a well fed Man
the dead storemen
Was a man frightened by power
which is why he had been pushed
to report on bare bones of bullock
of Hellish resemblance