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Australian poetry

The Violence of the Rainforest

The violence of the rainforest is slow

A tropical dance of death

A slow motion conga of

Glacial garrotting, woody twists and knots and turns,

Plaited hangman's nooses,

Gargoyle roots and towering ferns

The Blue tongue lizard: Nature once so close now how distant in Australia

I used to see all kinds of frogs in our garden as a child,
But they all went when the nearby swamp was drained completely dry,
The local horses disappeared when vacant blocks were sold
And working horses pulling carts all went away we’re told.

Oil Spill - poem


"When we arrived demented clowns
skulking low in greasy places
liars speaking truths obscene..."

The Wallabies, Flinders Island

For an instant the ears come up
forked and twitching like a diviner's rod
dowsing the shoreline for lethal sounds - those
faint steady fumblings before the rifle-crack."

Orstrali-bloody-a by Walter Grahame

A political poem by Walter Grahame in the fine old Australian tradition.
"Sure, we are girt by sea and girt by c02 and girt by bloody methane to put into the brew.
We're girt by politicians who won't de bloody bate that overpopulation will be our terminal fate
We've species loss, degraded soils and environmental squalor, and bloody blind self serving bastards in it for a dollar!"

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