Uluru by Eva Johnson


Isolated rock,
that stands in silence
caress the earth,
while waters of tears
carry ancient stories
down your jagged crevasses,
to crystal pools
where women sing, wash, dance,
in ritual, protect
the secrets of your dreaming.
Hear their voices, their wails,
that echo against your ochred walls
whilst you stand dormant
only to be awakened
by voices of your keepers.


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