Ahead railway crossings boom,
I see flashing gates lower.

Tyres graze a rhythmic loom,
circles towards lie slower.

Here semi trailers ghosts sigh, overpass galloping horses
in a hurry moving sources, raised loads slashing by.

Stare into warehouse blocks,
chessboard light strangle.

Dark windows inside clocks
pawns to bishops angle.

Concert of steel links girders,
brass and horns mingle.

Grinding and noisy herders,
crows arc, voices tingle.

Night shadow, clouds we toss,
froth sputters in train

Below arc of Southern Cross,
distant on hills my aim.