18.ix.21
625
2.260
talk country
and on it
deep in time
just where we are
care
connect
and now
consider the ant
and the possible possum
one is the meal
the other is later
then they swap again
switch off the engine
and hear the country
spirit is nothing with
ghosts
it’s not blood
skin doesn’t matter
and yet we are
descended
think things my mother’s
father said
his mother’s, hers
things I cannot know
in languages now lost
these make me
the languages now lost
make us who we are
it’s how we watch with
paws and wings
it’s how we climb to
see
cut the always gobbledygook
whose mob didn’t float
here?
it’s just a matter of
time
and here come the
newbies
so pull out the rug
nimble be
humans are a late
invention
fire kindled, held in
fallen leaves
there never were forevers
nor will there ever
but look where the bush
comes back
if you let it
wake up to where you
are
country is collaboration
or wipe a forest with
your arse
we’re stuck with each
other now
do you see how black
white stark?
and come to vote…
fair go, here’s luck!
will I pull the wool
over my own eyes?
sheep on a shilling is
gone
to tucker bag
and that’s for Ron
and here come the
coppers
am I drowning myself
again?
… or stand and turn?
consider the macrofauna
let’s not eat other now
these small steps
nobody everyone owns
how ugly this word
nation
(world’s deadliest
abstraction today)
it’s all ‘fuck off’
‘no, you fuck off’
it doesn’t have to be
this way
but come and chew the
fat
then breeze it
seasons are all in a
tree
country is gestural
and signed
we live it
worlds are in each
world
smoke clean
call country
blow the flag away
there’s nothing here to
own
but first I think we
have to ask
where is the Memorial
to this Holocaust of Ours?
where’s the Museum of Atrocity?
… of the Great
Theft? … of the Big Big Lie?
where does the Council
of Elders sit?
questions and more
where things are not
right
how will we ever hear
wisdom
if we laugh the truth
away?
the listening is where
we start
talk country
why?
because we’re here
and it’s everyone’s
work
no one does this for
you
see these birds landing
nowhere but this place?
it’s every body here
with every body else
you could call this
democracy
and the creatures crawl
off of the coins
it’s not for the
never-tamed to go feral
talk country
why?
to feel belonging
to belong where we are
so find out who to be
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