Fruitless Farmland (a poem)
A poem about the Australian landscape and those who claim ownership of the country.
Fruitless farmland
avocado sunset
red wine sunset
algae sunk hills
cake crumbed soil
spirits flowing the river
split sunrays falling the water
//
this land is not our home.
at this time of day
valley of cracked amethysts
valley of diamonds at sunup
valley of granite at deadnight
purple chocolate sunset
//
autumn leaf sunup
beach hazed roadtrip
trip through pebbled path
this land is not our home.
it begs dreads us to go home.
windowless warehouse sunset
//
so much food we can’t eat
this land is not our own.
mango tree over the yard
rooted in our neighbours’ yard
the land is not our own.
slippery salmon sunset
//
when can we go home?
i picked a lemon today
from the neighbours’ orchard
when will we go home?
another dreaded sunset
this land is not our own.
//
cutouts of cloned waves
i choose the colour yellow
smudged ash sunset
over a land that isn’t home.
droop the bloodlines in your face
this land is not your home.
//
[Originally published in Urinal Mag]
