The House of History

By | 1 May 2021

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.

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