Much Trouble in Australia

And yesterday I was in Australia,
thanks to my newly-honed powers of astral projection,
and I saw the boomerangs and the crocodiles
and everything. Tasmanian devils, tree frogs,
momma kangaroos with baby kangaroos.  
I saw the cannibals, too:
short dark men wearing loincloths
and necklaces made of teeth
dancing in the nighttime, dancing with fire, 
calling up the spirits of their dead heroes,
opening a portal with their chants. 
And I, an idle tourist of the spirit world,
came through the portal, and spent the night
floating above them, at a distance of ten feet,
undetected, and softly breathing.

There is much trouble.  
There is much trouble in Australia.