Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		from OCCUPATIONS by Stephen Oliver   1. Such forests strewn over Poland! wintry sticks. And snow. These things I have not seen. The indigene tells of this; those blackened things caught between - like birch trunks, heavy coated soldiers over drift - deepening loss.     2. Every night it is the same, greenly spun in the iced-cube light of skyscrapers, the Master Chef dreams he is pitched from the highest viewing deck in all the world: Grollo Tower, down through boiling mist into the river Yarra.     3. July is the coldest month; odours freeze on the air, vowels solid as hail-stones can slip centimetres off the tongue in the mouth's burrow. Somebody is pierced by silence as with a bayonet, there! standing hard by the tumulus.     4. Snow bound, snow blind, the sleety night, road signs indicate left or right are one breath. Rocket mist settles over Lake Baikal - the forecast promises another successful launch; tomorrow, we extend our sight further yet.     Next Poem
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