A smouldering grid on a cypress stand
Leaving Melbourne, the highway curves slowly past estates
There’s no silence like the silence of a huge crowd
Leaving Melbourne, the highway curves slowly past estates
It took Cain a lifetime of black sweat
When we found our way back to what used to be our home
Before the storms arrived last night, constellations danced
Above trees I can see through the kitchen window
blue- and gold-fringed morning cloud sees her off
Galileo climbed to the top of the tower from where he addressed his students
The dreamtower lifts itself towards a night sky
How discreetly birds must die elsewhere!
Over familiar suburbs, the mountain’s blue silhouette
An announcement that buses have replaced trains for the evening rush hour
In her wide-open sanctuary