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Samuel Wagan Watson
Fire
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Fire
Fire-engine flash of fox peltAnd a plume of tail
Fluffy . . . like some oil-well ablaze on a Gulf War postcard
And from the body
It was fleeing at a 2 o’clock incline
Almost innocent in the ebb of dawn
Above the vineyards at Booranga
Sauntering erratically
As a red beacon
Across the screen of a life-support monitor
Up and down and away
This alien enigma upon Wiradjuri skin . . .
© 2002, Samuel Wagan Watson
From: Itinerant Blues
Publisher: University of Queensland Press, St Lucia QLD
From: Itinerant Blues
Publisher: University of Queensland Press, St Lucia QLD
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Fire
Fire-engine flash of fox peltAnd a plume of tail
Fluffy . . . like some oil-well ablaze on a Gulf War postcard
And from the body
It was fleeing at a 2 o’clock incline
Almost innocent in the ebb of dawn
Above the vineyards at Booranga
Sauntering erratically
As a red beacon
Across the screen of a life-support monitor
Up and down and away
This alien enigma upon Wiradjuri skin . . .
From: Itinerant Blues
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