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Cockspur Bush

I am lived. I am died.
I was two-leafed three times, and grazed,
But then I was stemmed and multiplied,
Sharp-thorned and caned, nested and raised,
Earth-salt by sun-sugar. I was innerly sung
By thrushes who need fear no eyed skin thing.
Finched, ant-run, flowered, I am given the years
In now fewer berries, now more of sling
Out over directions of luscious dung.
Of water crankshaft, of gases the gears
My shape is cattle-pruned to a crown spread sprung
Above the starve-gut instinct to make prairies
Of everywhere. My thorns are stuck with caries
Of mice and rank lizards by the butcher bird.
Inches in, baby seed-screamers get supplied.
I am lived and died in, vine woven, multiplied.

Poem Cockspur Bush - Les Murray