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Poems by Inchiki
dust blanket reversal pome c1843
the rolled warm dogsbody
of a lumpen stranger
lays asleep under the verandah
a bright morning
above a stringybark hut
cockeys tear apart the pink sky
at last stirring
eyes awake and looking then
bolt upright in one long smooth movement
his hairy ears
broiled with a pinch of mustard
look just like the ridgeline above this place
the soil of sacrifices
has got into every crevice
of these claws now nursing coffee
dew drips from the wattle saplings
poking over on the roof line
onto large stones brought up from the river
a twist of tobacco
into the pipe clay bowl
a smoke noxious and pleasant
drifting off to the tangled trees nearby
and so begins the slow moan
of a new summer day
a new summer day
releases the slow moan
drifting through the tangled trees
a smoke noxious and pleasant
drifts into a small bowl
and magically a twist of tobacco appears
the stones walk back to the river
and a house disassembles
into wattle trees bright with flowers
rising from the soil
people gather into a circle and begin to sing
a journey into eternity
the sun setting slowly
as pterodactyls twist in loose white flocks
tearing apart the sky
