Black Spots

By | 1 December 2013

Landscape lost in scorbutic gloom
– the fatal blackness of the pupil –
Sturt’s body devolves
to swim the ancient ocean
that shadows country.

Completely deprived of the use of my limbs
He writes scurvy as antipodean progress
as well as a pain in the arse
so it’s fortunate – providential even –
salinity’s as visible as its productions
& though the water can’t be drunk
he finds its promise
buoys his swimming out,
(read as in),
an Australian crawl he invents
to find the flood
that floats him, limbless,
home again.

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