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Ginninderra autumn
Do ochre leaves and leaves of whoring coral
breach old country skies so bluntly,
those ceded skies not so keenly blue?
Yet fall like unburnt offerings, massed
at their kin's roots in vain, as these that drop
by dreaming gums on lands with stolen names?
Do they so kindle cousins' hearts, those
who walk ancestral paths with no reach
for whilom kith and hearth keening in their veins?
Burning woods of the north, your fiery coals,
though dripping from severed bloodlines, recall
less shame than conjoined loss of Home’s terrain.
Do ochre leaves and leaves of whoring coral
breach old country skies so bluntly,
those ceded skies not so keenly blue?
Yet fall like unburnt offerings, massed
at their kin's roots in vain, as these that drop
by dreaming gums on lands with stolen names?
Do they so kindle cousins' hearts, those
who walk ancestral paths with no reach
for whilom kith and hearth keening in their veins?
Burning woods of the north, your fiery coals,
though dripping from severed bloodlines, recall
less shame than conjoined loss of Home’s terrain.
