
YOU SEE (IT CHANGES)
LAND
&ITS(temporary)OWNERSHIP
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.
Baked,flooded,stormclouded,polluted
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..
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