Fragments of Garden Island, WA, as it was   A disturbed penguin Waddles out of the bottle-dump And swears at us.   Snakes flee in the acacia, tamar wallabies stare,   Sea-weed bank at night: A stacked city of glow-worms Invisible by day.   Oyster-catchers in black and scarlet drift the beach.   A willy-wagtail’s nest A hand’s breadth past my window Wafer with tiny eggs.   So near the refinery, the port, the plying ships.   The hot springs bubble Hardly known, hidden deep away In thorny castor-oil bushes.                                         Hal G.P. Colebatch     Carnac Island   There…