A Cathedral of Rocks A bush wren is taken by a golden snake Before my eyes. Summer’s ugly heat is still In the footbridge from yesterday. Lantana, like emblazoned clown pubes Or children’s coloured popcorn belittles Such a death. In Australia, the black snakes Are laconic but no less dangerous. An obsession with origins is necessary For the naturalist. Naturally, we consider How the rocks were named, and when, for a moment Then continue on to the beach—for I Am no naturalist. Is it odd to hear The dividing waves break so far off, as if Filled with all the…