Thursday, March 30, 2017


drag heels of acacia bark
over the sun drenched bitumen
volatile organic compounds
emissions of history and dirt
arrayed in fine pycnantha
lying in ditches with Keates
speared to death
warriors and kids
arbor ripped from the soil
blades and caterpillars
short-billed black screaming
children and well-doers
terrified by the stillness
the fence line silent
permanence and progress
returning to the ground
terra firma / nullius
you cannot destroy
what you cannot hold