Bunjil’s Charge

Excerpt

εν το παν

To heed the lamentations of the world,

concerning how what was immortal dies

and learning where such death lies hid and furled,

we read the burning whispers of its sighs;

to tend a course that sails and quickens us

toward spurning unity in all we see,

we rend the source that ails and sickens us

from churning pith from possibility—

accede, and seas will cease their seizing crest

when yearnings for a turning Dreamtime Pax

concede the weeds of reeds as our behest:

like stars astern discerned as parallax

impearled, from eye to hand, our charge is hurled

to heed the lamentations of the world.