- Requiem
Anniversaries defoliate maps.
Remember where you've come fromand the general fixedness of celestial bodies: flawtherein worth a life-changeor realigning
as purpose is to accolades,ministries to choirs
mosquitoes thickernear the riverconservedso join upto make little difference, thwartingmortgage-ocracies, national corporatismrejigged as mountain duckson sandbars dugouts saplingsplanted outup on the hill where native growthisn't rekindling
navigate via callof male white-winged triller,loss-win ratio of northerly gusts [End Page 29]
Upstage redbackssnatch at prey, a nuclear test border testthat opens debate new mines new policiesof nation-making-conservatism the slower applicationof extremism, clearingto revegetate all scapes with poplars and Tasmanian bluegums
I smell fuel through the steel jerrycan,degraded land of building.
Watch out: edge of storm,perched, metal casing, locust hoppers lulledbefore the flying; temporal thunderto swallow light and colour,phages in polished places
black-faced cuckoo shrike predatesthrough mulberry tree, to thinkI might have a revelation in mindwhen I deck out Comusin new rayon garb
I have only ever read Paradise Lost, that's true,not a single word of anything else-or, rather,Paradise Lost is all that's lodged, [End Page 30]
all that's taken root,and words sprung upin trans-national vocabsare derivations of what's enclosed
I tell the student my grandmother repeopled the ghost townof her childhood, I tell her windows are the claimsof civilisation, having safe prospect; I tell her townsin the goldfields and Pilbaraaren't just there for extraction,but perpetual colonisation-never believe a white guywith a can of beer and a pornoplaying on his dvd; thunder is intenseand I was about to record lightning as a no-show,a freaky aberration, but lightning is explodingletter by letteron the manual typewriter-the physicalexertion, stress on finger joints,a violent arthritis of the heavens.
November. Shiny green growthof eucalypts, late spring burst to linklittle moisture around-even now the storm is sparingin its downpour-and heat; humiditydrives the sparkle of growing tips, [End Page 31] flowerings?
I need to participate,I need the risk of being struck,burnt to a crispby lightning, this devotion that forgets Godin the rush
and that's a pity, as there'll be no redrafting,no second or third takes.
Expression of requiem painon the unstable imprint.
Driving through loss, deletionsevery week more, though satellites incorrectlyrouted over, or imagesin a mass of data;
behind every veneer of treesa suburb, a road widening cessationof privateering transportand down loss ambience,anxiety passed with sleep
but who wants to hear that? [End Page 32] Who wants to be reminded,wants to deny rearranging surfaces, ormiles deep, through crust to mantle, as long as enough weight and spinretain a planetary shape?
degrees of technologydespite the windbreak of granite,leeward habitats exult in shelter
I pray compulsively,always just before sleep and again if I wake during the nightin case I forgot before sleep
I never feel refreshed after sleep;the blue-tongued lizard would stay insidemy head if left to it.
It's not order I look for in Tracy's eyes.
Between the transparent and the opaqueshapes compile and disperse,a breakdown in sense reception: lethargyis the concrete floor of the shed stained with oilheating up-the vapours;
it's not even an odour,it clogs the intake, inhalation, even through the mouth; [End Page 33] after the warnings and the facts, what will be left?Should have taken notice or not been reminded,look ahead-webiological agents. Spread. Roland Barthes'margarine scenario-true, Tracy, true. Nuttelex(which he didn't know about . . . surely?)is a vegan table spread. Literally,maybe Barthes literallybelieved in the efficacy of butter. Bretoncame from butter space: poverty and wetnursing,a differing hierarchy . . .
purple flowers of Paterson's cursedry blue, giddiness in crucifixand preface
patrons scaled writtenwhat is written, copyists and calligraphers...