Lovely!
On Tue, Aug 21, 2012 at 4:43 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
> Song Cycle of The Magpies
>
> - after The Wonguri-Mandjagai people from north-eastern Arnhem Land
>
> They are milling about at the G, on benches, in bars, along the back of
> the Great Southern
> stand.
> Milling about in wavering lines, there in the shade of the Great
> Overhanging Roof.
> Standing and waiting for the bounce of the ball, in black and white
> verticals, like
> loosened upright piano keys:
> In the shade of the overarching roof, they are standing, untuned.
> People of the Carringbush, gathered there like rippling accordion
> keyboards, like
> vast splayed snakes.
> In here, behind the Goals, in this Place, in the shadow of the Great
> Overhanging Roof.
> Now sitting in rows, those Carringbush people, Piano people, waiting for
> the performance to begin.
> Living on hot chips, sitting there with grease-grappled fingers,
> Sitting in there waiting, those People of the Magpie Clan...
> Sitting there like unplayed pianos, at that Place of the Leatherball...
> and of the pig's
> bladder entrails.
> Sitting, waiting there in the Place of the Leatherball...
> In that Place of the Centre Square, and at the Place of the Leatherball,
> There at that Leather Stadium, they await... The Siren.
>
> Bill Wootton
> 22 August 12
>
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