Down below your thought of a man The first man in five thousand or so Our daughter riding her rainbow wave Which guarded the dying watering hole Saw you on the horizon Couldn't take my eyes off you You looked just like a willy-willy You looked just like a brumby The two metre tall eagle greeted us Left me speechless stumbling in the dust Trying to re-wire the routes of lorikeets Spanner forged from a preacher's tongue Drunks finding flaws with the silence Skin sheets of abandoned incunabula She never accepted a world without end Our lines of latitude skipping into space Giant bird spied through cataract crescents Glaring through cooked captain sockets Body on sun drenched Devil's Marbles The cerise bush wearing each other well
29.0: PASTORAL
Poetry Editor Stuart CookeReleased December 2008
Index of Poems
Contributor Notes
Cover Image: David Prater
The second in another binary pairing, PASTORAL was meant to be Cordite's answer to SECRET CITIES but, with the introduction of open comments on the poetry in the issue, quickly transformed into a strange and captivating example of web 2.0 dialogue. Compelling, even.





