Earth Turning

 

does the earth not turn
obedient to its hidden plans

we are the psychopaths with
scissor teeth that tear earthskin

we are all those beautiful
confusions we’ve ever read about

like sulphur-crested cockatoos
divebombing supermarket carparks

did we not dance with joy
before we hid amongst the tombstones

all that is left for me now is
to watch hawks tumbling in cloudline

wingtips saluting endurance
I know now how it feels

to grow older as earth does