You could cook the snags
on the sizzling shed roof
so we’ll have a barby
in verandah shade
speechless with heat
regard each other
dessicating in halcyon days
dive into dam shaded
by regenerating
forest fightback
against settler colonial payback
outside this land ruined
by cloven-footed whiteness
the quick greedy buck
populating and perishing
they push the bush
and who gives a fuck?
it’s the Australian norms
raise a glass to the
coming storms.
February 2018
(Published at the Buck House Writers Group)