Three mischievous logs lie on the gravel
in the dreary middle of a showcase
on shocking ways of aquatic survival.
Valisneria waves to the burnt face man
and he says, take a breath fuckwits,
I want to see you breathe, he says
And as if to the sound of trumpets
One lazy log rises above the rest
to middle water. A kid pounds the glass
then moves on, the albino crocodile’s
next door, eating lamb, the man is steadfast
take a breath dammit, go on.
The missing blue-eyed link investigates
each corner and settles ignorantly down
with its antique grinning blue-eyed mates.
Lucas Smith is a PhD candidate at the National Centre for Australian Studies. His writing has appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, The Lifted Brow, Australian Book Review, Cordite, Gargouille, Santa Clara Review and several others.