So far and yet — like moth to flame, that alien world of drought and indifference. Where landscape is so bleached by light, it's burnt in closed eyes at night.
An abrasive scrubland of parching wind and ultraviolet radiation; A tinderbox of accelerant and scent of phantom smoke; Where fire sired eucalypt are waves of heat haze; And browning leaves keep falling like Autumn calling...
Out there red-stripe snake and spider eat the Eastern Brown, while ten-foot flying shadows prey on six-foot rat. Out there meat ant strip bodies to bone, while blowfly plague the shade and cicada sound their siren.
But out there is peace, for people are nowhere. And so like vampire hide in lair, until crystal clear night stars I stare. Hell is a place on Earth and in that summer for sin beware, beware the Devil down there.