The mountains smart, held in “trust” by flagstaff
March & January and no matter how uncommon your public figures
It was coastline
Made the first sighting;—blockchains of islands & clouds so
Numerous as to validate the Enlightenment ideal of spirit.
War fought explicitly
In the imbalance
Bushland blown out wild catalyst like a heart torn
From armoured interior. The cape erupts. Just add water.
To think this isn’t still a garrison town like a punchline that
Makes any fault trivial
The “Great South”
Network of redoubts at steep dawn; counting on heavy losses
As if to outnumber only violence itself & even bloodshed
Yet pioneers of the name who pass down space in the throat thus
“Discovered” the admiralty fossilised in cloudy tombs of wood
Looking very much like
Misinformed 19th Century
Anatomical drawings,—still the arrow of time suffered the utmost
Creeping of titles; each second a misspelling of the last & what
Could it mean to give new names to mountains when
On geological scales it’s not even useful to think of them as old?
But first steps
Continue no matter the gilt tongue of signposts as much a part of
Invasion as anything else as though pointing the way to
In the face of waters built like pyramids in their every ripple.
Don’t be resigned to “official” use: a nice view whose only purpose is
For you to hurtle yourself to your death
The mountains that will not negotiate because land is
The very definition of terror. Which name for our adultery? Whereof
One cannot speak
One must climb.