Begin by the shallow path that slopes unevenly away from the Shadow Nut Wood..
go towards the broken hill and distant wet rock..
you will soon find the corrugated tunnels built to hide, imprison and shelter straight back frightened animals..
twist open the unyielding buckle of weed that lies thick with the embrace of both mud and food..
and note how death stamps its mark into heated spot creating an acid smell of ripped air, fallen dead leaf and crippled motor oil.
Steve Coel
