Dawn Raid

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Posturing, posing, taking possession –

Of your spaces, of your senses –

Pompous popinjay bounce ‘n’ bob aggression, intimidation.

Vicious corvid nation’s screaming confrontation,

Action is reaction,

Aerial, balance and counter lamentation.

Quiet-for-not-a-moment,

Not for an in-breath:

Harsh, dry fire machine-gun chatter is

In your skies, in your ears:

Bibbed, tuckered harlequin lobbyists

Refusing to take no for an answer;

“An inch? Not enough,

A yard is better but we need more!”

Dark-feather banners,

Be-damned demands, threats and refusal’s echoes,

Dog-fight bluff and communication concentration.

Territorial gunfighter-time, serious dispute

Limits and boundaries to maintain, refute.

A military versus terrorist resolution matter.

Arrogant challenge, wing-tip spin, dodge and wheel.

“Do not back down, do not agree, don’t deal!”

Draw the thin air,

Breeding zone, feeding drone

Spiteful Valkyrie battle lines:

Risk the noise of black and white fines.

Aggressive, assertive we-have-rights ridge tile invaders;

Usurpers, hungry chancers, challengers, dividers.

Out for mischief, Out for kidnap, extortion,

The good of the tribe.

Cast your pirate council vote:

Dapper-democracy magpie parliament

Or dark-as-Bible-cover

Murder of crows

Government?

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12/4/2013

The Dew-Jam Bush

Yesterday morning,

Before the courting magpie-monkeys

Ferried the dawn sun into the sky,

I hung my ear on a branch

Of the island dew-jam bush.

Hung it high so I would hear

Horizon-hidden good news breaking,

Your sigh-long sigh of relief,

Your big-beam smile.

5/4/2013

Territory

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In my small morning-walk

Part of the world

Water  puddled in

The harsh tracks of

Invaders long gone

Reaches for the winter sun

With lips of ice.

 

 

 

Overnight the frost has

Made stiff cells of the earth,

Powdered the speartips

Of grass and salted

The shoulders of broad leaves

Into a single, silently screaming scrum.

 

In another, far-removed

Ignorant-of-nature place

Politicians squabble, chatter and

Greed over territory like 

Opera villain magpies.

 

Can they be so unaware of the impact?

Why don’t they listen

To the falling?

Heed the fallen?

Is it too late?

Can we still rebuild the Dove Gate?

Use the Get out of Hell Card?

 

18/11/2012