Sasha Shtargot
Let whatever comes from below
have its place
honestly and cleanly
cleanly honestly,
like the shrill call
of a blackbird
in the early morning dark
Let it be present
and seen,
its sharp claws
tearing tomorrow.
Let the explosive breath
break it into light
Somewhere a distant
ancient continent
is coming to life
Hold open the sky
and let it pass through.
Sasha Shtargot is a writer from Melbourne whose paid work is in public relations for an environmental not-for-profit organisation. He has been published in The Age newspaper, Wet Ink and Eureka Street. He dreams of the ecocentric age and pens his thoughts on the new paradigm in his blog, Sash Rap (sashrap.blogspot.com.au/)
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