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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