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life is a bit too exciting just now
on the day
declared ‘catastrophic’
white sky
blue
through
waiting for
the wind
fire’s
motto runs
‘until
there’s nothing left to burn’
last night
on the screen
where loss
is ash
and this is
the news
moon of an
eerie colour
it’s
breezeless
smoke
stands in all things now
now it’s
indoors
we
ourselves soon
cruel as
fact or weather
how many
days are a climate?
white sky
blue
through
waiting for
the wind
stands all
around us
self-made
wraith
for fear,
for greed
fools won’t
join the dots
it’s as if
smoking had taken us up
and every
animal bemused
wallabies
eat the last lettuce
bats flap
in the walls
it could
all go today
no dark
might do
smoke thick
and thicker
getting
ready to go
having
heard of the burning spears
of the
freight train unrailed
of the all
towards us
just a
little cough
could be
biblical
white sky
blue
through
waiting for
a speck
a mote
grit in the
eye
how little
a cinder
we’ll make
of this blue
parallel
lines never meet
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