Fair Dinkum
Urine is copper coloured these days,
burning with anger on the way out.
My skin is dry and hot; I never
sweat, no matter the temperature.
My head feels like it has
a huge ball bearing inside,
heavy, painful and thinking is impossible.
It’s the sixth straight week
of 43 degree temperatures
and its only September.
I sip my small bottle of
allocated water, to unstick
my tongue.
The air is still and oppressive,
even in this darkened room.
Air conditioning is banned.
The sky is white hot in the day
and coal black with staring stars
in the night.
It’s going to be ok though,
the Prime Minister assures us
it’s not climate change,
just another cycle of weather
and he’ll get more fair dinkum power
online as soon as possible.
