Australian Lunch

After the nuclear shimmer
washed through
the first broadcast
from Woomera rocket range

we walked between the rocks
sifting sand thru our toes;
danced a naked lunch
with sandflies and mosquitoes
in the succulent oasis
of the Flinders Ranges

After,
We hung off clouds
laid our tongues
Across the Nullabor
Scraping the road for stray frogs
And other tasties

And divided Australia into four square sandwiches
Of ham
With Fanta
And chewed on Mates





Malcolm Hill 1996