Poets speaking up to Adani – Patricia Sykes

 

focal geology (2)

 

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which makes what sense on a pizza night’s

dark prowl of cars slewed and stopped

by an escaped deer’s graceful trot, tangle

 

of headlights, tango of engines, deer, hot

fuel, fuelled blood, strange antlers

 

how they are calm: picture disdain

high-held against the hungry monies

moaning in the pockets

 

sweep of the wild eye (panic could be building)

the abated klaxons, something being paid for

 

how will you tell of this later? the cold night

trapped in a swirl vapour, breath,

exhausts, animal, drivers, cars, each

 

an introduced and the low mountain

years before cut through to make this crash

 

perhaps you will speak of tariffs

as the boundaries we pay

for having crossed          does only

 

the tilted mind write rush poetry?

as if whatever lives must utter itself swiftly

from where it stands on thixotropic clay

 

everywhere feet dying in mud

everywhere hands

 

in help or pushing them under,

the accident eyes, the shine of smashed glass

which inform us we are here, in heightened

 

air, our nebulae faces blue and orbital

in a condition of being planetary

 

the particular makers of an atmosphere

 

 

Patricia Sykes

 

‘focal geology (2)’ was previously published in Modewarre: Home Ground (Spinifex, 2004)

 

 

 

Photos in collage from: CSIRO CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0) via Wikimedia Commons

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