The First Letter

I am not going to praise your poetry to you
B. O’D.

BUT! you make the leaves & the grasses 
	speak for themselves! great scald of demos 
i am yours! master bending down to meh! 
	like a tree of man your mighty river flows
through days your poems like a dripping
	tap & i a drum that tap must fill! restless
spirits stranded somewhere in the reeds by 
	a riverbank we will walk on my prophet
after you have dunked my head & blessed meh
	made meh drink the brown river water's silt
the fury of our resistance to imperial drones
	master! none shall stand before us (none!
& no danger from our gentle hands (apostles
	walking together our hands brush gently
the grasses rushes our secret lives rising up
	like nations to be counted among the new 
& old this democracy! of our own making!
	bard of wisdom & of long summer days 
in libraries lit by a stained glass sun reading
	your poems arrayed in battle formations
line after line of soldiers' language & orders
	we cannot hear for the rushing sounds of 
rivers finally leaping free of drought (grey
	father of my new religion of men & words
that flow like rivers of milk from she-oak 
	trunks river gums & swarms of pollen bee-
seas & our fingers sticky with that love 
 


Davey Dreamnation
Davey Dreamnation

Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives 'in the third person'.

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