The Inland Food Bowl
A gapped circle of colonies each staring at the ocean through a plaid of cars and imports.
Inland lies the still uncrowded heartland once of drawl and steamboats now half desert, half freshwater province.
There the Murray descends its seven thousand feet off the Pilot, zigzags over the plains, forest and furrow toward an outfall wash.
Narrow rivers link to this one, or slant north where the dragon Ceratodus grunts in ivory mail and streets are shaded in peppercorn and willow.
Having monstered tribesfolk, dressed POWs in maroon, it now flickers dials, or pipes experienced water
onto rice, onto cotton, on to Adelaide. Western scrub rivers merge down the Darling above flint blade
and reburied bones of the Warrior as snow wind chills the saltbush down from seven thousand feet.