Thargomindah's the end of the line
beyond that don't count on us
for exact distances.
geometry founded no colonies there.
scanning the survey-line one
of the chains broke
we couldn't repair
distance warps like galvanized-
iron in the sun;
even more in imagination.
trig's grave's on the rare hill.
no contoured heads, tonsured,
we branded numbers on.
creek's seep, dry up.
as grazes graded roads
quickly heal.