We drove ….
for about fifty road-side cattle and two
dozen beer cans
down the Tanamai track, for four burned out car wrecks
along the road to Balgo Hills, and another
two abandoned
water tanks to Mulan, running over sand as
corrugated
as a volume of verse sprung by Gerard
Manley Hopkins.
This we understand means we’re now
critically initiated
and
officially well shaken down in our bones and brains.
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