WHEN THE LAST TUART DIES

Thump, thump
of kangaroos
heartbeat of the land.
Focus on the breath of trees
creating a breeze of oxygen.

Deeper, deeper.
Feel your bark dry in the sun
branches reach for a helping hand
trunk stretches to sky
a last attempt at faith.

Your roots bind you to the core
as solid as Earth
you are strength, wisdom
home, shade
life, alive.

Like all beauty
your life
will be cut short
they are coming
to torture, murder.

Grieve now
say goodbye to those you love
sing your mourning
to the wind
we are all dying this day.