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From: Vol.05 N.02 – Make It So

Iron Rain

by Les Wicks

Lightly go to each abyss

I am your country

just by being here

the weaponry of smiles

that handshake bear trap.


“Our people” are more complicated nowadays

with children as strangers &

BFFs in Iceland…

but somehow still the same.

Beauty is embedded in my spine.

I have learnt to embrace the shards

that make up each human transaction.


There is war, always contemporary & refreshing.

As we march towards certain defeat

we leave behind the neuroses & debts –

the daub that plasters

what we thought was shelter.

It’s instinctual, shaking out the shit,

no more choice than

the mutton bird migration

or a cuckoo’s thieving.


David debates whether we are pack or herd.

To engage you must obfuscate.

To be true is ridiculous, all those rules

were written down

the book was banned

but I remember the word restoration.

Published: July 2018
Les Wicks

has toured widely and seen publication in over 350 different magazines, anthologies & newspapers across 28 countries in 13 languages. His 13th book of poetry is Getting By    Not Fitting In (Island, 2016).

An Australian and international
journal of ecopoetry and ecopoetics.

Plumwood Mountain Journal is created on the unceded lands of the Gadigal and Wangal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, and to elders past, present and future. We also acknowledge all traditional custodians of the lands this journal reaches.