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Antipodean Waving
by Ian Irvine (Hobson)
Monday, April 20, 2009
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A poem about hybrid identities from Australian based poet Ian Irvine. Copyright 2008-2009, all rights reserved

Mother Europe!

            (though let’s not be too

            gender specific)

I’m waving at the edges

            of your apocalypse.

Waving

            at your anaesthetised hordes

            scrapered amongst the phantoms

of forests.

I’m waving

            ankle deep in sand-dune

I’m waving

            respectful of scorpion

and secretive reptiles

            mercurial as mid-summer

            sunlight strange

angle

            of rock face, dusk

            and dawn igniting.

And my head hurts

            on account of all these memories

and dehydration, or is it

            vertigo of a zone without

boundaries?

Mother Europe!

            (though let’s not be too

            gender specific).

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