Saturday, October 29, 2011

Open cut

A sanctuary falls in the central west;
several of us hear it.
We word our concerns to futility
and mourn with hearts bleeding green.

A stockman buried deep in the bush
knows not the deceptions
of those playing with power --
with solar power, coal power,
fiscal power, people power --
shifting them about
in a sliding puzzle.

A stockman buried deep in the bush
knows well the seasons, the years,
the exotics and natives;
he knows his place
and the place where humanity
might have rested well.

Justine Reilly

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