CALL OF THE TORQUATUS
An anonyous pedestrian
Of the most tortuous of roads
The roads that are not! is our
The Pedionomus torquatus
With night calls like a snoring ghost.
Our Australian Plains-wanderer
That is a wide plains region's totem bird goads
Those who dwell there with ears for the plain
With the call of its regular haunting absence
Its vast unseenness by all of us.
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