1788 Shoreline – Cameron Hindrum

This is new colonisation,
another unmarked silent death.
A natural border is no obstacle
to the march of mediocrity.
We have buried the moment
of first meeting: of the hard clash
of unknown syllables
under a high tide of concrete,
coffee shops and crap.

Gone is the harmless hostile sand
soaked in cheap black blood,
the gunshot corroboree silenced
so that we can wave our
beloved imperial flag
and smile through the lies
about sharing our boundless plains.