thomas m wilson

Bioregional Revolution (Remixing Gary Snyder for Australian Conditions)

June 16th, 2010

An owl winks in the shadow

A lizard lifts on tiptoe

breathing hard.

A robot in a suit peddles a mineral-rich delusion called “Western Australia”.

The head-heavy, power-hungry Government shuffles papers

Does it speak for the green of the leaf?

Does it speak for the soil?

In the city of Perth the front line expands

A bulldozer side-slips over the skinned-up bodies of still-live banksia trees.

In the pay of a man

From town.

Woylie, honey possum and chuditch are gone.

Super-stores and brick and tile shining hard in the sun.

Now is the time for solidarity

Between four-legged, two-legged people.

Flying people.

The paper-shufflers lose their mandate

The people turn towards the ancient land of the Bibbulman.

An owl winks in the shadow

A lizard lifts on tiptoe

breathing hard.

(My re-edit of lines from Gary Snyder’s poems ‘Mother Earth’ and ‘Front Lines’, 1969)


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