Great Western Highway

I am just another pothole, // Feeling the weight of // That other invisible world // As it passes over me

And

I wish I could be like those

Fluorescent chariots of hulking metal,

Legions of light thundering, descending,

Dragging their claws across my asphalt heart.

But I am not passenger nor pedestrian,

Nor humming engine, nor turning wheel;

I am just another pothole.

And

I am just another pothole,

Feeling the weight of

That other invisible world

As it passes over me,

Remembering the centuries-long

Procession of that spectral mass,

Escaped convicts coming back to

Their undermanned 9 AM - 5 AM

Grave-cleaning opening hours,

Innumerable millennia of

Unconquerable country

Scarred by incisions of

Snaking asphalt.

From the distance I hear

“I’m bloody starving!”

So I widen my open mouth

And swallow you all

And when I spit you all back out

You shall all return to the earth,

Like the Sun falling

With every star.

And

I am just another pothole,

The empty wound that eats away

The dotted line that draws

The frontiers of

The endless asphalt country

The celestial rainbow serpent

Reduced to a blinding white

Sputtering across this

Great Western Highway.