"Once again I have taken as my inspiration the poem The Beaches of Jade by Willow Katsumi Relf-Discartin. With its zing-zing drinking aborigines against a distinctly sinister background, it conveys a great deal in few words. I've listened intently to what was unsaid in the poem and, inexplicably, I have become fascinated by the idea of the aboriginal zing-zing drinkers. I sense something sinister in their make-up and I'm convinced they're capable of unspeakable acts such as killing numerous creatures for no better reason - that I can understand anyway - than to display their severed heads. "

Secluded, secret, sinister,
The bay is overlooked by nothing
Save the Moons of Jade.
Shoreline sand is stained
With viscous pools
Beneath the rows on rows
Of heads on poles
With eyes that bulge
Or close in dead despair
Lips, teeth and tongues
All grimace agony
Alongside beaks and mandibles
Agape at unnamed fears
All Jade's species represented
Waiting for the tide to set them free
Bobbing on an endless ocean
While zing-zing drinkers
Sleep off their excesses.
It comes as no surprise to see
The triple moons
Have veiled their faces,
Weeping in the mists of sadness