Yarramunga Poem by noel maddock

Australia by the Murray’s kindness
Cultivates a blindness of canola
Kissing an azure sky
This loan of green shoots
Reflecting their annual ignorance of summer
Their verdant hues and shallow roots lie
Their soul less paddocks scoured of trees, Aborigines
Solitary Eucalypts stand orphaned, petrified
A final insult gift from the smallness of human avarice
But no one here can hear the land’s surrender
The river’s bleed in neutered silence
Their banks gouged of a voice
Gape as if amazed at this exposure

We barrel through the menaced landscaped
Seeing flecks of what’s expected
Almost tickled by this surprise expectancy
Before we formally shake a dry hand
With ordinariness
Its scenery
The past is past remembering
And each and every craving
Takes a running jump at tripping over progress