Rob Ayling, yer Gonzo Grande Fromage, writes:
YOU SEE (IT CHANGES)
Languages spoken/sung within her arms
Artificial Borders,barriers,dingo fences
(Who to let in and who to imprison?
All these songs will be forgotten.
Land is a language unto itself.
Time for history has come-to excavate
songlines in creekbeds/storylines in beachwaves
Desert dry dust fables-Lassiters Last Ride,DIG
mean nothing to an Asian/who mirrors Sydney suburbs
rocks to a loud car disco exhaust Saturday night
and the work of silence in several languages.
Large and oldest continent-and we do not yet hear
the Dreaming that glows back 40,000 years.
Until we do,these suppurating cities
will spill sewage with no understanding
how fragile each airwaveshell is-
how temporary our tiny times..