


Bushfire Sundown ~ Victoria, Australia.

In the midst
of an invasive sadness
the reminiscence
of a secret happiness
From peaks of pure light
along the edge
of utter darkness
she came shining bright
my Lady of the Harvest
My Belladonna of the Night

Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness
Nothing but rocks
and red dust
The hot desert wind
that flays the skin
now murmuring
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken
Perhaps it’s far better
upon this alien terrain
I finally surrender
to the haunting trauma
I’ve tried in vain
to never remember?

Let them go
like the words of a poem
line after line
Let them blossom
or die on the vine
Generations generating
like fish in the ocean
There is a true magic
in all of creation
In the hectic chaotic
the synthetic
especially the genuine
Poetry in motion
extracting the ecstatic
in deepest appreciation
for the beauty sublime
of a glorious planet
This gem of creation
“If you tremble with indignation at
every injustice then you are a comrade
of mine.”~ Ernesto Che Guevara
At long last
Iโve seen the past
and much like the future
it was murder
Since the beginning
of forever
brother Cain came
with low blows
to impose
a new world order
I thank Christ
some had time to grasp
the hand at task
For chaos never stops
to count the cost
But I blame myself
for a world of mayhem
and uncivilised disorder
ever since the canonization
of my dearest friend
Ernesto Che Guevara