& you make the leaves of grass & of the trees speak for themselves! great scald of demos i am yours oh master bending down to me! like a tree of man & of men (mighty rivers flowing through your poems & the day like a dripping tap & i a drum that tap will fill with a restless spirit stranded here beneath the reeds on the river's bank & there we shall walk my prophet after you have dunked my head & blessed it made me drink the brown river waters silted by imperial drones the fury of our resistance master! none shall stand before us (tho none be in danger from our gentle hands apostles walking together our hands brushing gently the grasses rushes our secret lives rising up like nations to be counted among the new & old this new democracy! of our own making! bard of wisdom & of long summer days alone in libraries lit by a stained glass sun reading from your poems arrayed in battle formations line after line of soldiers' language & orders tho not from on high the master's commands we cannot hear for the rushing sound of that river finally leaping free of drought (old grey father of my new religion one of men & words that flow like rivers of milk from the trunks of she-oaks river gums as swarms of bees attack pollen seas & our fingers sticky with that love
About the author
Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives 'in the third person'.