nick fitzgerald
sea of blue
wavecrests tinged red
with untempered growth
bitumen and railroad
the new spirits of this land
soulless snakes
in spring poison rains
from steel birds
they buzz like blowflies
in autumn
they
fly
higher
dropping balls of fire
the sun turns red
tree-bones in ritual piles
a lignified ossuary
the totem of this land
a raven
craaaaaaarrk
an antarctic beech
lonely, roadside
gazes upon the glaucous sea
remembers the deft step
of black feet
before great snakes came
and fire birds flew
© Nick Fitzgerald
Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
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