Straw Man
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The ocean of untold, the universe of unforgiving,
Dare me to speak up without husk, bare and bold,
Without submitting to the summit, wild as a boar,
The peak of power unchained, to the stars I’d soar.
I throw myself in an open rift, a pit along the spirit trails,
In endless forests of Down-Under, and its sandy dunes,
Free of yoke, where no man has ever walked,
Where a star among many stars is to be ‘Outback-stalked’.
As fierce and as insolent as any intent, my vices hoarsely sound,
The trumpet of life so ambivalent, and some more,
Underground deep in the core, a diamond, alone, inbound,
The dooryard unhinged of the tremors that have come by,
All is gone, all is in the past, locked-in, on borrowed time.
My occasional warbling opens me up as a Waratah does,
The space that the land gives me is the space I lack, I’m told,
I souse myself in a token of life along born and unborn,
Behold me where I exist and where I undulate, behold!
And for love, as for life, of the spirit and of the soul,
I praise and I chant, I turn in the silence and dream the dreams,
Askance and absurd, many, again with a pierced heart,
As I gaze, and as I pass, where for you I’m waiting
In the winds, nevertheless and nevermore, as an androgyne spirit,
Stuck, I, a charming survivor, a serpent with jaws,
Holly immortal of unknown inherent worlds,
With a heavy crown of grim deaths, a straw man that feels and knows.
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