may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Monday, February 13, 2012

FRASER ISLAND

where you can drive on the beach ,and dingos and rainforest co-exist
and sand mining has ceased/there are huge ships beached whale skeletons
who hit rocks off the sea/or a reef that is close/now they (stripped to the core
are digitally photographed.Tourists in awe of size see these modern metal behomeths rusting
They are unsafe for walking on/yet many do prod and poke as if these wrecks were living
Rock has this certainty.We reef endlessly.Our little boat lives clunk and tear
then we are stranded on beaches/awaiting rescue.Unless and until some wise Captaincy
finds ways to disengage from the pull of a reef or the rock of a stone lodged within.
Tear of metal,water invades,by high tide carried away,by low tide beached whale.
Now still and derelict,bare boned and rust,silent as stories never known just lost
Come! Take another photograph!This is what rock does!

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