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NSW is currently in the grip of the worst start to the bushfire season in living memory. Over two months of non-stop fires, that have now joined up to create a 'mega-fire' zone north of Sydney, with no end in sight. I understand that Leffler's reasons for crying in this poem run much deeper than the current environmental crisis, still, it seemed appropriate to visit this particular poem today.
I Cry for You, Country
By Dub Leffler | 1 February 2019 | Cordite Poetry Review
I cry about this country.
As I travel about in between the sliced stone mountains.
The train is a salt dipped saw.
Sawing back and forth in the wounds.
I watch the relentless invasion of lantana. We open the cuts and rip off
I cry for you country.
A tree’s single scream lasts years.
When I die, you will have my body.
You take my water, you take my bone.
When we have our dead days,
I will think on you.
The day we finally go, is the day, we finally return.
Jennifer @Holds Upon Happiness posts a lovely Poem for a Thursday each week. I enjoy sourcing poems from my recent reads to join in with her whenever I can.