Poetry

Solaua, a secret embryo 

She can smell

Cowdung in the mist of

Solaua, where her heart

Is suspended

From a rubber tree

Telling her of German tyranny

And Chinese indentured labour.

She lusts for the earth so

Completely there,

For he, unknowingly showed her

A naked picture of surrealist

Beauty in eerie stumps

And ancient banyans,

Flying foxes and white ginger.