Wednesday, December 1, 2010

born into country

those delivered on sand are born into country
red dunes drift under the high sun
rust is a slow burn in desert dry air 
night calls of mopokes in praise of dead wood

red dunes drift under the high sun
all of the stories are written in starlight
night calls of mopokes in praise of dead wood
lizards soak long in midday sunbaths

all of the stories are written in starlight
skin and bones worn by bare earth
lizards soak long in midday sunbaths
my blood tie dissolved in deep sea water

skin and bones worn by bare earth
a hoof cracked the crust of old land
my blood tie dissolved in deep sea water
rock pools hold dark water still

a hoof cracked the crust of an old land
pink sky unfolds blue into morning
rock pools hold dark water still
wind torments tree tops new growth

pink sky unfolds blue into morning
lashed with hemp knots I bled into white sand
wind torments tree tops new growth
clawed paws of malu imprinted on claypans

lashed with hemp knots I bled into white sand
rust is a slow burn in desert dry air
clawed paws of malu imprinted on claypans
those delivered on sand are born into country

4 comments:

  1. Now thats the way to start the month! Yum!

    I know you know I Love this love this..
    those slow arcing repetitions looping
    back into themselves & lashing the whole
    thing together! f'ing beautiful!!

    A.Joy

    Oh too funny.. had to come back to edit & tell you that your word verification captcha thing asked for "ovess" Those things are eerily brilliant!

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  2. "rock pools hold dark water still"
    I wasnt going to pull out a line.. but this holds...

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  3. I was going to steal your line "deep places hold water longer" !!! But I restrained my gold stealing self.

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