Tuncun ba
Tuncun ba Dugong place where opal ocean penetrates coupling with country each tide offering plenty today, promise of more tomorrow.
Tuncun Ba Ancient place nurtures ancient animals in grey-green bush generous banksia gives succour to brilliant birds the wild bee hides honey high in the bunya
No more the wild honey bee no more the timid wallaby no shelter pines plantations stand in stiff dark rows silently sucking life from land no more fish, oysters, crabs.
Prawning fleets rape and leave pleasure craft bestow sewerage, plastic seek plunder elsewhere hushed the sound of noisy joyous birds heralding the coming of dawn.
The sun now sinks in sorrow no birds heard above the screech of shells the thunder of tanks men learn to use their war machines where once was peace no more Tuncun ba now they call you Tin Can Bay.
