Written in the late ’80s, this one sort of encompassed my desire to move on within my desire to have a worthwhile effect. the lyric is very simple; one series of words, with single-word changes per verse to provide colour and variety.
Barking Owl. Written under a coconut tree on Magnetic Island,NQ. The Barking Owls were whooping it up, and I played along with them, not copying them, though. Then got to thinking about their hunting methods, and the little mammals they track and eat. Then I thought about the human world and the parallels of “who is the hunter and who is the hunted?”
A friend told me about “Legal Personhood”, and I quickly realised that these so-called “Persons” were actually immortal creatures, (in the sense of “having been created”), that controlled “Natural Persons” (ie living humans!),...
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