destinations end

our scarborough fairs deserted
the northern end of a platform
edges that escarpment hatched
the shining bullet & its scythes
its golden eye all gone martian
destination a blurs some gilded
beam where perch my destinys
droid parrot whirring its bleats
electrified outlasting even this
most energised hillside of coal
thudding then caving [ghosted
rails bearing us to a new place
where dawns are tarnish rocks
boughs bisect & blast the limbs
kenneth slessors south country
gone nuclear dropping off the
continents edge sending ahead
its vanguards [a thousand long
waves stretching out embrace
the entire oceans rim pacifics
centre new far south mouths a
patriotic californic antipodes
highway like two thin strips of
cinema film leading us home

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