we picked up emu eggs
and berries, he shot feral pigs
dug up witchetty grubs
and handed them to me to eat.
With my father
I began to learn how
to survive in my country.
In the Home my older brother
kept silkworms in a box with holes,
they looked like little witchetty-grubs.
My younger brother and I
ate his silkworms.
They don’t taste like the grubs
father gave us.
I spat them down the front of my jumper.
Source: Skin painting by Elizabeth Hodgson University of Queensland Press, 2008.