Poem read for World Environment Day
The Grey-headed Flying Foxes are all on the move in an alternate world of nectar and moonlight.
Tibias and fibulas are bleached, piled like a genocide.
'we understand how rare this whole game is and that for all practical purposes we are alone.' Marcelo Gleiser
This intense red, he explains, is when Creator Beings Birrugan and his father Yuludarla (Ulidarra) come together.
The two rivers run away to the mist, still ferrying the flood’s mangled timber . . .
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