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HOP ON TOPONYMY
A Gazetteer of Ageing Australia
We may or may not
know how any places were named
nor why we set up and down
everywhere we could
from the first place
and no-one needed names.
On those drip fed days
and slipper shuffling nights
when we're feeling
as ancient as this continent
we keep rewind dreaming
on and on
until our batteries
can be assaulted no more
than they can be recharged.
while framing the Zimmera
across the endless shopping Mallee
disregarded by stony desert faced youths
intent on popping a whole Pillbara.
once we had a Siding Spring in our steps
but since then
so struggled and woe survived
to achieve our own quorum of bungles
that singled us without and about
amidst the plain old Nullabores.
chewing diabetel beer nuts,
no added saltpans, colonic irrigation scheming,
kidney stoned instead of billabonged,
speech sedimented by oracular degeneration
and the rap-rapacious salinity of the
alphabetting ring of Gens next, next, next!
Rounding Cape Defibrillation again
from witless Sundays to in situ stupor-stupid Saturdays
we can at least challenge the diagnosis
of a dead heart adding us to the
lengthening list of endangered species
we belatedly admit responsibility for.
As our senses erode and our minds disperse
the weather dispenses with us
and the seasons recycle
our ageing country into new reagents
that none of us will get to know about
by clawing against the coma.
So what if we are stranded
on a great barrier of grief,
or greatly divided,
around the dusty scatter of our memories,
there are still flowers wilder than us
there are still ranges beyond our derangement
there are still forms of life's constant reformations
there is still a riparian reflection in our eyes
of the great and glass-unhoused windscreen
encompassing the never to be outmoded
timeless shifting kaleidoscopic
Now, would you please
Hop on Toponymy
so that we can then name
the very special place in our ending
from the something that we can still start!
Our expedition is almost over
but just imagine what you
youngsters have yet to discover.....
(c) 2013 Hamish Danks Brown a.ka. Danksta Downunder