For Nola Andrews

(i)

mother watches w-droplets

& planet’s blood pressure falls.

in sixty thousand years will

big Mars glow her memory

radiate again?

misses meteor shower over

brisbane, four children fracture

& depart.

silver hair; gelatin frost plate -67°

cold dawn is her cultural space.

(ii)

mother walks on green grass

ex-battery hen feet confusion

coal walker?

perspex sweats, can’t help it

ooohhh this feels good! Solid earth

claws frantic.

(heart)land burns domestic

re-entry, soul – Phuket soaked.

US air show pilot

aerial (r)ejected.

(iii)

that wet chicken smell, damp

bedraggled histories; Ubik found.

reached through to the other side

plastics multiple underground

& cover girls.

see through them, w-droplets

virgin stewards read safety cues

arm doors.

every woman needs a hoe

for those corporate snakes.

(iv)

drizzle flees mother’s country

anti-pastoral, soft plagues & shed

floors move.

half-mast mice, stalk hegemonies

sing out last moistures. rites of

spring abandoned.

drought’s fascist architecture

walls half papered, lino torn.

depression currency

of the great mind.

(v)

heaven will be Asiatic.

eternally damp for mothers.

no salt mirages, no dry heat

air-conditioned sanctuary

dust free.

she could believe in that

theology, sodden paradise

in between

monsoonal

& el nino.