Between the trees
a waterfall
of
light,
a stillness
bright with bubbling springs
and birdsong.
Here you stumbled
on
that
strange intensity
by which
the tongue-tied earth
is made articulate.
First published in Landfall, New Zealand
These are the Aborigines
We have ruined there lives
It is time to say sorry and meaningful goodbyes
We had different believes and stories to tell
But not all of them were happy
They weren’t settling down very well
And I am sorry to say, the war was hell!
They got there swords and spears
And we’re ready to fight
But all hope was gone
It was like turning a human into a light!
Cannons were full to the brim
And men were ready
Some children were stolen and bulbs and branches got in the way
But now we have said our say
And Australia will always be their place to stay
I am waiting
For the colonists’ offspring
To see.
See what’s already there.
Been there decades,
hundreds and thousands of years.
Brewarrina. Birrngi-Bream.
Condah. Tuupuurn-Galaxis.
Bolac. Smoked eels.
Curly Mitchell Grass.
Nodding Greenhoods.
Yam Daisy-Murnong.
Budj Bim.
World Heritage.
Right here!
Dark Emu.
Read it.
Grasp the future.
Don’t wait.
Act.
Thrive.
“Look into the corners of forgotten places
the meek await their turn, inheritance, the horizon moves closer
recognize there are battles you have already won…
Whose hands compose humanities script, allow us all toseeyour thoughts
their misinterpreted meaning washes the victims away
the walls record the hunt
marvel at the imagery ancient galleries now oceans apart before language
actions spoke, observe the storms, lightning ignites a fire should we put it out
our need for village ingenuity, numbers protect the tribe
the weak are death’s fuel bullies are the strong warriors born
to conquer is to survive to enslave universal
innovation has taught us to escape the world we create
the needy starve as the greedy feast human collateral used in bargaining for peace
build towards the prosperity of all future dead
sacrifice the reasons we work as the job never leaves our reach
smartphones in hand social media slavery we are at your command
truth is a memory kept in secret and never said
a treaty written brought to life
conditions of surrender so peace have a place
end the next battle stopsa war
words of weakness to guarantee more
Truth of Time
This is a tanka, because Canada is "tanking":
I
There are 3 countries that are really "North America" -
Canada, Us, and Mexico (Most forget Mexico is North!)
II
"Stainless Steel" Lady Mcgreavy updated me on the news from Canada -
"The American Pandemic has passed the permeable borders"
III
Mexico was always bad with policing, law and order bull
After George Floyd, Canada cops are killing First Americans
IV
Canada has upped the ante - is it THE END ?
RCMP are killing - by guns - First Nations Women. Lord!
There are times
I can think only of you
Satisfied fully
Entering that place
All leading to you
The area of my mind
Wishing no outside of border
Within the curvature of your
Flowing, pure line
Over your natural texture
That scent indigenous of you
My Soul’s Aboriginal
It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with me once more
The dear essence
Touch and travel together
A perfect surface of my being
Awaken that kernel of Light in me
And to hold
Dear lord I beg
For just one moment
Myself a full risen sun
Before a new night
And the dawn
Of yet
Another
Unknowing
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