Dusty Glass

Animal, native, wagon, petrol trails
The tyrannical vivacity of rails

Hunted hunting songs
Hung in drying smoke

Make way for the driving bards
Destiny’s drovers riding low on the plain

Yet yields the dirt poets’ failing
Broken strings under empty camp

Misty rebellions to foreign sorrows
Quilt, cabin, land homeward kept

All to compost revealed through dusty glass
Blurred stories framed in the cyclone’s path