They Sung Us

By | 15 September 2022

The Old People rain smiles
for their song
which brought us to be
here now

their glee moves in me

like river mint picked
and crushed on the breeze

magpie gargle and waddle

like in-land pearls
mussel flesh agleam

dewy fresh cut scar tree

like billy tea
strong, black, sweet

waratah stained flame

eucalyptus smoke
from coolamon

until we’re clean

like estuary fish
both upstream
and one with the sea
and her expanse

like full moonbows
we see
what this means
for us now

and reap what they
sewed when they sung

this moment
into being.

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