Acknowledgement of Country


for the Kulin Nations


…swept to scudding mist and manna,

to the white trunks of a slurred-over terrain,

the huge dark wing beats are a skirmish

of creation pouring out from the grey spiraling steam

as talons are thrust forward in a lunge

at ground zero before vertical recovery skids

to apex and another soaring

U-shaped dive that tears

earth by its roots, raising

country out of a blue-smoky spray

now sweet with the scent of eucalyptus and mint:


blooming in a bowl felted, and warily

watched over by another’s shallow-beating and quivering

charcoaled wings, the sinuous curves of country are cherished

in a loud descending wailing that gushes

open all the streaming waters and creatures of our time…


Phillip Hall

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