Kit Kelen #916 (just a draft of) my country

916

(just a draft of)

my country 

 

a bad idea at the time

in fact not an idea at all

much more strategic than that

desperate risks led to a hunch

this was a no-dig garden

caught at a breeze to be here

full of ghosts

and what time was that anyway (?)

you ask

a bad time

cooked the motor

maxed the card

come down with something grim

and someone hung the washing

someone laid the bricks

curious two-legs

when the war came

hardly ever scrubbed the skin

sticks with fire

and gone

but later some thought went into it

wag beards

put that down to the weather

and nothing new

all disbelief paints the truth of it

nobody got to vote

no courts

plenty of kangaroos

and bounded away for their health

someone paddled across

you could get hungry that way

it was once upon a time

how we were before it was

dinner the size of a truck back then

a wander off and here you are

we all could read the stars

then it's in a book

there's music

and someone hung the washing

someone laid the bricks

cooked the motor

maxed the card

come down with something grim

there was the wool over eyes

but everything is mending

aren't we?

how can the lot of us

all have come down

just in this one last shower?

dig up

ship off

came in a rice coracle

steam

lost my roof

and the sky over that

which war is it now?

please wake me up when it's over

you do know, don't you

we can do better than this