On one side of the road

Where traffic growls

A damaged angel drops marble flowers

On my elders William and Catherine

Together now in their cracked concrete bed

William cut stone and felled timber

From Ngarrindjeri land

To supply a city expanding by the sea

And grew rich and solid too

On the other side of that road

The Ngarrindjeri tell stories and laugh

Pulling all their strands in tight

I’m straddling the road

Trying to keep a foot in both camps

I think the Nungas Club is winning

(c) John Bartlett

Adelaide land crime shows why we need a treaty