Chris Wallace Crabbe

1979

Gippsland Fading

Well, and now you quit the dish of soft hills

with eyes of water clouds forever rising

grass dotted here and there with leatherbound animals

sunlight in drifting swatches

dry dairy folk moist Victorian flavours

tilted hills deployed for some Chinese brush

conifers inked above the chine

years of stooping over sempiternal ragwort

Part of your souls will surely remain –

lost wombat  Count Strzelecki  scarlet bathroom –

like wool or dreams

of figures lightly daubed

 on a pastoral bowl.

The Emotions are not Skilled Workers,
Angus & Robertson, Sydney, 1979