It’s a decade since you died,
But they remain, a legacy of sorts,
Set by your galvanising touch.
I see you in the shape of my hand
Rummaging for the nail
That crucifies father to son.
extract from NAILS
'Tom Petsinis is a unique voice in Australian poetry – a powerful vision that can accommodate both the music of making and the even stranger shapes of the human heart.'
Jaya Savige, Poetry Editor, Australian Literary Review
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