To be dragged from the bush

choking and wheezing cloudy

like a first pulled lager

eyes washed but never enough

to cool the gum's ash

and the grim curling peal it came from.

To see a black-faced clown where sun
light was torn from storage.

All those ages a'groanin in

forests scythed to six-foot hollow sticks

white ant eaten didgeridoos.
A rustic gapes at the lunatic

moment of sparks and flashes

and euphemistic sirens and

bladder-like trucks that rise from the sea.

Wet spits and crackles like fat. To

stand bleeding, muscular toned, sweated,
boiled up, nose ingurgitated with burnt wood,

spluttering after air like a lung less fish

because beasts fell twisted because

bodies flowed into smoke into airs and all

that seemed safe is now but story.