i.m. Juukan Gorge
I (after Burchell Hayes: a found poem)
The house of history was a deep

And narrow gorge, each of its rock

Shelters a museum-room of heritage 
Holding grinding stones, rock seats,

Blade quarries, flaked stone,

And genetically-matched hair, 
With a sacred snake-head rock pool

Where the spirits came to rest

Long after the rain had fallen.
II (after Warren Entsch: a found poem)
Rio Tinto knew the value

Of what they were destroying

But blew it up anyway.