Ruby

Female | 40s | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 19

Intended for an Indigenous Australian performer

EXTRACT: Why use the cover of night when you’ve left the doors open for them to covet all that is ours. What will they give you? What’s your reward? A dull glow of the company lights as they filter in through these louvers. The clang and drone of the machines as country calls out in its final death throw. When did everything become caked in this suffocating dust? When my back was bent? When my back was broken? Was it this dust that held our dance, our songs? Ripped out, blasted, savaged.

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