Touched, 2015.
Homage, 2015.
Coin laundry, 2014.
Tiger nights, 2013.
Recycled, 2006.

Winter’s been parched this year.
They’re predicting drought like you’ve not seen
in the last half-century. If it keeps up
the Burrumbeet’ll be dry in a couple of years.
The land’s bleeding pebbles and salt as it is
and the roos are holing up in town.
Soon the black swan’ll be returning to Siberia for good.

North of Basra they’re draining the marshes for houseland.
No pebbles though, in Ur country
only salt.
Where will the mythical suhurma go
after five thousand carp years
and GIS.SES, their fish god?

In seaside Brighton
a feathery husband’s doing his bit.
Stutters out at dawn with his wheelie bin.
Only at the nature-strip does it hit the poor guy
he’s missed this month’s collection.
The new steel in his lily shoulders
doesn’t dint the salt-wind.

Recycled
Feefafafaluda, 2006.