-Pre-digital-
In the old days at the movies
There were three shows going on at once
As you curled into leather clad seats
Picking the studs down the sides
There was the first show
On the altar screen in front of you -
Some exodus for the mind, reeling you in
Only because it was Saturday
And beyond that, in the screen of your mind
Were the edited bits, the unused footage
Coming together by craft or neglect
- A film of parts greater than whole
And beyond that the greatest show on earth -
Light particles dancing with dust
In a shafted energy of their own
Oblivious it seemed, to their starring role
In the longest shot of all-
Projecting the art of one mind
To the silver screen and back
Into some other mind's eye
Kangaroo census : Flinders Ranges, South Australia
We walked there for days
Through outback spine of spinifex
Tallying grey kangaroos
At night we were still,
Silenced by all that is
But in day's brightness
We snaked sideways
With measured stride and distance between
Up and down valleys and ridges –
No gaps in our seeing
And none in theirs
As they lumbered through our ranks
Surprised only
By the ease of passing behind
And with measured stride, no distance between
That deception still walks with me-
False peace before bloody cull
History's usual camouflage