sea of blue
  wavecrests tinged red
  with untempered growth

  bitumen and railroad
  the new spirits of this land
  soulless snakes

  in spring poison rains
  from steel birds

  they buzz like blowflies

  in autumn

  dropping balls of fire
  the sun turns red

  tree-bones in ritual piles
  a lignified ossuary

  the totem of this land
  a raven

  an antarctic beech
  lonely, roadside
  gazes upon the glaucous sea

  remembers the deft step
  of black feet
  before great snakes came
  and fire birds flew

© Nick Fitzgerald

Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
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