Anna Creek Station

I went to Anna Creek Station
and the dust in the road danced like ghosts
in the wake of motorbikes
On cracked lips I sipped warm water
and heard a distant cry
a drovers yell
overtaken by the small engines whine
Here it was like everywhere
land, long empty of men save the betrayed
and the hard dying so long a livelihood
just memory and bones
In the vast emptiness of the Earths ends
I sat alone and listened to the dying
in imagined calls and the buzz of flies
I sat, so long lost, born outside memory
and spitting dust from the motorbikes