Red-sand casket of land,
backflipped branches, khaki punches of leaves,
Maralinga in new narrative
as military nouns bounce on the land;
seven nuclear bombs
like dark spinning wheels,
like balled-up shadows,
like polite anarchism:
darkly radiating
3000 square kilometres of land.
The fruit trees, the black oak woodland,
Scrub Cyprus pine;
separated as ideas,
tombs and different languages,
close to aneurysm
& stunted hemispheres.
Maralinga in a new narrative,
ruled by Mamu.
