This collection reads like a series of Australian lullabies, you can feel the sway of the trees, the preening of the blue tongues and the plomps of the raindrops throughout these poems. The nightmare flashes of tree “bodies chipped and pressed and weeping” or “chicks that cannot feed, or move, crammed with the smashed up crumbs of our consumption” hit incredibly hard when interspersed like this. Must read beautiful Aussie poetry.