Dematerializing The Poisoned Pastoral
With the time-lapse, the upturned echidna writhes,
ants and maggots consuming its sponge-like
flesh beneath the spreading International Klein Blue sky--
just a component part of an heroic Blaues Schwammrelief--
the residue of its life flashing by, as sun-eaten locals
stare uncomprehendingly at the skins of their
finest sheep strung out over rusty fences, all veined
and varicosed with ordnance despite
tableaux of monochromatic sameness,
as if each were a small centre, a source of density--
the sky, the dam water, the raddled paddocks and graded roads,
those soft diggings around fallen trees multiplying
each night, writ in mystical latin: Tachyglossus aculeatus.
Beneath the picture subterranean streams overflow,
underwriting patches of poison bush that'd see
the whole flock stone dead on the spread, blue as blue venus
in a deeply blue light, blue as the International Klein Blue sea
beside which the locals spend their holidays.
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