Michael Buhagiar

Rookie (13 January 1954 / Sydney)

Echo Point 1: Echo Point, The Blue Mountains - Poem by Michael Buhagiar

Stone, the emblem of the timeless become space
- Oswald Spengler

The Three Sisters sing ‘You Can’t Hurry Love.’
The floor spreads out in rolling waves,
All tidal pulses and sailors’ graves,
And swells of broccoli carpet above.

The cliffs surge into awestruck view,
Like planes of war on a carrier’s deck
That once hid in its vast infernal neck
Till lips convulsed to gape and spew.

Persephone blooms from hell to the air.
The gravedigger climbs an invisible stair
To the stage, in each rustic hand a long bone,
And grinning strikes a lively tune
On a row of skulls, as the theatre’s stone
Looms raw, as if for a cathedral hewn.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

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