The Strzelecki
Mountain Killings (I, II, III)
III
Through
the cross roads
where
the big cat is claimed to wander,
past
the gorging potato factory tractors
an
iron tower marks the place,
where
the tallest tree in the world stood.
Two
brothers cut it down to measure -
the
distance now in segments of fence post spacings,
a
splash of orange on one to show
where
the crown would have been
ten
quarter acres up the road
from
the rusting monument base.
Out
of the aching mist on windy nights
you
can hear the ruffeting of missing limbs,
waving
across the valley to the Baw Baws
where
a higher regnans in sanctuary,
clothed
in a garland canopy
resists
the tailor’s tape,
knows
better than to signal back.
Really like +++ this/these Strzelecki Mountain Killings poems James Walton
ReplyDeleteI think they worked together and separately, I wasn't sure at first.
DeleteI like this very much.
ReplyDeleteJames, this cycle is great. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob, they came together in the way I'd hoped.
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