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They stand so stiff, so steely-bright,
frozen on their straight tracks from hill to hill
sharp-pointed skeletons of ancient geometric trolls
or bunyips, caught by too-sudden sunrise
while striding straight-legged over roads and scrub and creeks.

A mountain might move faster than they can now,
but trees and houses keep their careful distance
from giant feet grounded deep in bedrock
and from arms spread wide.
The metal men hold on to power
with hands and shoulders, heads and hips.

One frosty, starry night, I hope, they hope,
the distant sun's stern influence will freeze and snap.
Graceful, the power men will bend to place
their many heavy lines down on the ground,
sparking and snapping at the grass.
They'll curve bright metal arms above their heads,
twining them like vines, and whirl those shining legs,
giant dervishes dancing under the ancient stars
until the next sunrise.




Jenny's poems and stories have appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, Cosmos Magazine, The Pedestal Magazine and more. In late 2013, Pitt Street Poetry published an illustrated pamphlet of her cat poems, The Duties of a Cat.
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