Oz Mashup Nr 1

                                          I am still
the black swan of tresspass on alien waters
as they place a small bundle wrapped
in linen inside a hessian sack - the red stamp
of ASW wheat glowing like the stamp
of death
hushed to inaudible sound
the deepening rain closed around me
on those ridges where the road
has led me to hunger and darkness and again
pain grabbed me cruelly and tossed me
into the violent land of my body