POEM #8

WHAT WAS FOUND IN A SODDEN SANDSTONE CLEFT IN THE VICINITY OF FITZROY FALLS

Glowworms,

like misplaced shards

of kryptonite

or Hulk's tears,

carrying to mind

a Qantas run

in two thousand and three,

where,

en-route to Paris,

I saw the distant

squid-lights

of Filipino fishing

vessels,

pulsing like

fresh stars

in obscene obsidian,

somewhere west

of where eagles

eat monkeys

& militia

eat liberty.

LJ, November 23 2011.