Trapped Dingo
So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with redyour sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,they crushed out your throat the terrible songyou sang in the dark ranges.
With what cryingyou mourned him! - the drinker of blood, the swift death-bringerwho ran with you so many a night; and the night was long.
I heard you, desperate poet,
Did you hearmy silent voice take up the cry? - replying:
Achilles is overcome, and Hector dead,and clay stops many a warrior's mouth, wild singer.
Voice from the hills and the river drunken with rain,for your lament the long night was too brief.
Hurling your woes at the moon, that old cleaned bone,till the white shorn mobs of stars on the hill of the skyhuddled and trembled, you tolled him, the rebel one.
Insane Andromache, pacing your towers alone,death ends the verse you chanted; here you lie.
The lover, the maker of elegies is slain,and veiled with blood her body's stealthy sun.
Judith Wright
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