Poem Category: Australian

screeching clutching hawk
a wounded sparrow
its heart still a pump

fallen from the tree
ripe fruits of figs split
and seeds trickle out

while the stars birthday
with just flesh and bone
my mind’s their matter

blue with desert pools
the drought dry thin stock
he shoots through their eyes

in gull huddled winds
sand stings our faces
our prints swept to sea

shattered near his leg
under a car tyre
the old-man’s cane stick

mad December night
denting car yard hail
to start the week’s sales

honey trickled toasts
her taxi’s good-bye
charges the kitchen

biting mad road rage
suddenly erupts
from both cars in front

his girl with some guy
what fierce reasons wake
that needs hate for both