If it’s true that Canberra does exist
and is not simply a state of mind,
what are we to make of this monument
to mind over matter?
What can we say of the soul
of this planners’ fantasia
with sheep at the fringes?
Is it necessary and sufficient proof of its heavenly value
that angelic children play on Parliament’s roof
while the enchanted forests are shredded
in the national interest?
Is this God-as-machine all we can reasonably ask and,
if we have created it in our own image,
where did we find such a sideshow alley mirror?
The answers are not apparent
but a suggestion, if I may,
in the interests of perspective.
Take an occasional mythic journey
and observe the underlying sheep
grazing resolutely at the edge of reality
and hear the bleating of the new-born lambs
who are neither content to be silent
in the heart of this land nor
in the back of your mind.