Les Murray

The moon’s riddled Earth day carried above black trees puzzles birds into trilling, makes beetles fly their cars. The lake on the dark side of that world is airless steel; its dry plate never records our brushstrokes of re-entry but …

Blats booted to blatant dubbin the avenue dire with rubbings of Sveinn Forkbeard leading a black squall of Harleys with Moe Snow-Whitebeard and Possum Brushbeard and their ladies and, sphincter-lipped, gunning, massed leather muscle on a run, on a roll, …