The
poem
Miners
Pool, Kimberley, June 1998
The
smell is faintly acrid. Smoky.
Sky
stained with smoke.
Burnt
grass fallout
floats
and spirals,
the
afternoon breeze
stirs
life into this
timeless
landscape
and
overhead lorikeets
scream
greetings
And
then
roaring
like a freight train
crackling
like Chinese New Year
fanned
flames leap just there
not
far – just visible through
the
trees. Run – alert
– do you hear?
are
you aware? Just
beware!
and
then the raptors
soaring
in the thermals
in
their hundreds -
roast
dinner tonight.
1999