A bull mowed down chucked in a ute

Its enduring its undying
Its unimaginable terrain
Physical and tangible
With not a lot to gain
From existing on these
Cattle stations
In the outback where
Nothingness and emotionless
And truthfully despair
Is what you get
And do expect
Its vast and its dry
Oblivion can seem like hell
To the average gal
Or guy

The animals are wild infact
they hardly ever see
A man about
Its the outback
That is where they be
Grassfed there is a sparseness
Illusions everywhere
These animals are on their own
Just the heat and dust
To share

Ofcourse accidents happen
Disparate it be
Living with creation
The extremes that all can see
The hardness and the harshness
The alertness that one draws
On to just exist out here
The diligent applause

Neglectful of ones person
Reckless in a way
Sleeping in your swag at night
And slaving all the day
Really hanging together
Guided by the mob
Disputes have to be swallowed
Its all down to the job
in hand the cattle station
The mustering each day
Humanity is out there somewhere
But where no one can say
consciousness is shared around
Its living on your wits
You need a spot of judgement
And know just how it sits

With relationships around you
In the beckoning of time
Where nothing is ever rational
Just pits from whence you climb
Its dry its hot its madness
No expectation here
No time for contemplation
Just bend your back and fear
Inventiveness is plausible
But quality and mind
Is lost in the expanses
Of what you left behind

The size and the remoteness
The need for so much constancy
Its about unflagging efforts
And what is pure tenacity
It leaves you so inflexible
And bloody-minded too
Its the unrelenting squalor
That just takes over you
The outback is a vastness
A wildness and you feel
Rejected in so many ways
It feels like a bad deal

Its thinking on ones feet
Its impulsiveness all day
Its being unprepared
For whatever comes your way
Sods law there is lots of that
Despite intentions you
Trying to just get through the day
May not, neither your crew
Up against the elements
Who are we anyway
And when the cattle choose to run
Whatever the time of day

A bull head down and rearing
Is vulnerable we know
We have an undertaking
And such things can be a blow
Accidents can happen
Where inactivity
Is followed by a feverish haste
To suddenly be
Where infact you should have been
It happens and you know
And injury can be costly
Its a right old so and so

Helicopters motor bikes
Rough tracks everywhere
Horses all these forces
Bring their own despair
Queensland’s dry and exertion here
Rapidly dries you out
And The daily grind and drudgery
Leaves one in no doubt

Sleep deprivation gets to you
Zonked out with it all
All the bugs and mozzies
You feel some kind of fool
Without any council
Despite your course to be
Proficient at survival
In the bush the difficulty

Can intervene and slow you down
At a time when you must be
Up for all the vigour
And the fervour which is key
Life out in the wilderness
Helps you begin to see
Those wild ones who live out here
All their lives
Yes are free

But to die having been hunted
By some city slickers who
Come riding in their 4 by fours
With their tucker and who do
Live in down town brizzy
And shop in superstores
Brandishing their weaponry
And up for our applause

The shooters in it for the money
That is all they see
The Roos the only news
For them, what of the family?
The struggle and the pressure
These less of men who know
Little of the treasure
And how their grief does grow

A picture tells a story
So a story has been told
The dead bull in the back
Gave up his life and he was rolled
On his way to market
To fill the guts of men
And women who exchange life
For anothers death and when

Tbeir deaths are so reported
Their bodies became
Graveyards for the tormented flesh
Yes the very same
A protein source a mineral source
From animal victims Torn
sacrificial souls alas
Whose lives had been filled
With scorn.