Tanami


Lying with my Father in the

Spinifex

This affection of sharp

Grasses Bindii, Jacks

Piercing

Silent vast shudders

Of wind rustle the

Stars blackness

Crushing the light

From the poisoned flame

Looking down I see

Thorns protruding from

Our flesh

Smudges of old ashes

Dark face Bright

Warrior

I feel the meat ants

Coming.

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