1001
to
country
and after all the wrong 
 a welcome  
the country is 
where it is 
was
will be 
(well, in an age beyond us shifts
so science says 
and that’s how we know 
who and how long)
someone once paddled 
(everyone actually 
came on a boat
except first 
someone swam)
it’s as if you can’t undo the country
a bad taste now and then 
flood drought and ice again 
creatures larger than life go
somebody sails past 
and make ourselves at home
after all the theft
this giving 
someone has welcomed me 
here to my place 
(I say mine 
but I acknowledge 
the
others before
hands
of the making 
spirits
still with us)
to those who’ve come 
who take 
you’re welcome
after the blinding 
our skins are these 
tongue tangles up 
and gods go with 
things traditional
and tribe, say nation 
bring back words that are gone 
to be welcome 
all objects are the least 
of dreaming 
come cliché come! 
sit up to beg
or have it your own way home 
boomerang 
walkabout
(some secret writing 
sacred to the paint
say sunshine)
all are welcome to
along a track 
old fashioned 
where pals 
someone with a little spear 
is frozen to the neatest lawn 
can’t live in a house 
turn us all into desert
the voices!
(it’s as if all 
were possessed) 
those voices
are with us  
but not our forever 
someone has to live on a coin 
the beard can barely fit 
and you’re remembering now, aren’t you?
I see it in your eyes you see 
after the wrong 
and will we forgive?
it’s echo 
I am 
to be here 
you’re my treasure 
we are in the heart again 
let me hold you 
after the evil 
a smoking 
(let me bot one off you brother
a dollar won’t get me away, not this time
just a swig in the park)
after the wars we won’t mention 
there is a little matter of facts  
(here and how and who and why
and all because)
who built the gaol? 
and who’s it for?
say police
and you must mean 
how history inhabits 
truth works upon us strangely 
like habits 
after all the wrong 
a welcome 
inviting me in or what? 
I could murder a cup of tea
don’t worry 
right now 
as I live and breathe
and as we speak 
I’m working on a thanks 
 
oh my! I could murder... a cup too.
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