The Waste Land Downunder Now - Poem by Douglas Scotney
In 'The Waste Land'
a drip drop drip and 5 drops
was one of a cicada,
dry grass singing, water
and a hermit thrush.
In the 'Downunder Now' version,
you've got the first three of those
to bet on,
plus a lyrebird, a liar,
and a hermit thrush through an amplifier.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The amplifier, thanks to The Whispering Wall near Williamstown, Adelaide Hills.
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