
Slashing through dark clouds,
as an alien spaceship,
emblazons earth, sun.

Slashing through dark clouds,
as an alien spaceship,
emblazons earth, sun.

Every heave matters;
no chariots to heaven—
backpacker pathway.

Bush fire-smoked sunsets?
Weather on hormonal spell.
Climate change… What now?

Climate revival,
political sanity—
dream on, you’re free to.

Like moaning witches
with stretching skin, dragging robes,
sea beds, years later.