Root Fire

By | 1 February 2022

Silver gums shiver in the gold sun,
rivers cracking redly in their deep
Blossom birds in wilden roars
now howling while they sing—

Nature tells us what it means
There’s none in thieved inheritance—
Rending, cleave and break the word,
unholy in our being, but

We are not native—we are
too far and lost from Mother—
Many mothers across the sea
saw nothing sacred in this country

And after war our embers flee
aground in earthen blazes—
Brewing flames, infernal veins
and soon, we’ll blacken trees

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