Edward Spicer, from Poole, Dorset; died Port Arthur, 1854, aged 47:
Photo Jack Thwaites
"Affliction sore
Long time I bore
Physicians were in vain
Till God did please
That death should ease
Me from my pain"
The
first two stones we're shown
When
we've been transported
To
the Island of the Dead-
They
stand alone on the lower ground-
Commemorate
two convicts
Who
had creative flair.
From
Poole in Dorset ,
Edward
Spicer,
Who
penned his moving epitaph,
Soon
to disappear,
By
erosion of the sandstone face;
Henry
Savery,
A
Somerset man,
Inveterate
forger -
Remembered
by a modern stone,
A
forgery itself,
As
befits the maker
Of
Australia 's
first novel;
He
cut his own throat,
And
died of a "stroke".
They
are part of a long tradition,
Death
in custody, dishonourable graves;
From
Rottnest Island
To
Tasman Peninsula
The
story's much the same.
The
stones of soldiers, officers, guards
(Those
on higher ground, along with wives and children),
Face
North, not East:
Face
not the rising sun, but Home. The convicts' headstones do not mark their
graves.
But
somewhere hereabouts, a few paces more or less,
Two
sons of Somerset and Dorset
share
A
common plot
Of
broadly
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