murray river in death throes, page-17

tangrams
"I despair that it can ever be 'fixed'."

amidst a flood we abhor how it appears
in drought we pull our hair and despair
a chain of ponds calls our rainstorm of tears
rare surplus at the coorong a scandaling affair

when will we know as so different from the past
that we really like the river and its seasons at last

oranges grapes and the almonds and peach
to china we reach to china we reach
when will we know as so different from the past
that we manage australia sustainably at last

cheers