didgeridoos and drums vibrate the night air <br />while the distant dingo barks at his shadow <br />the crocs tightened jaws clamp down <br />holding the darkness of the outback prey <br />to the ancient traditions...... <br />somehow time travel is possible for me <br />as death rots my living fossil of a mind <br />and sister morphine eases the pain of it all <br />numbness has never been a trait I admired <br />for pride was the aborigine indigenous to my soul <br />a soul who wishes to return home...... <br /> <br />2007 © Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-to-go-home-without-the-baggage/
