Old story, new story

By Kathy Tierney | 20 Apr 21
PoweriPics/Creative Commons

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.