Bone Heavy from Niscitam by Blake Scott

Where have I crashed?
Some strange land without language
My bones heavy, the sun savage on my skin
Waist deep, where Bass Strait fills the Powlett
The thought of you, my son combing me back
to the shore

I’ll bring you here to see the Plovers tumble
Fish for brim, indulge your whim and careless stumble
We’ll follow the bush tracks out behind the old shacks
A strange new explorer, shuffling in the sand...

I am on the edge and peering over at you
Rollin’ free on a long slow avalanche
My bones heavy, my heart stone heavy
Careful as I lumber as not to crack the earth
‘neath your feet...

I see the years rolling home to us
Carving a brail in the salt cut stone for us
Carry me free
Come now, carry me free
Back in from the cold
Bring me back in from the sea, my son

I am on the edge and peering over at you
Rollin’ free on a long slow avalanche
My bones heavy, my heart stone heavy
Careful as I lumber as not to crack the earth
‘neath your feet...

An impending comet
I’m terrified of you
Outlandish giant
Trojan horse
Warrior
Carry me free, come now, carry me free
Back in from the cold
Back in from the sea

Crashed down in some strange land
Body still, in the warmth of the sand
Sun savage upon my skin
My chest pulled tight as you comb me in to the shore

Living picture
Paranoid beach, Bass Strait... apathy
The sun, done
I bristle as the Antarctic whistles in
The circus
Below the vulture
Fins, they circle us, they circle us
How will I teach you that it matters?
When it never really mattered to me

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