Kata Tjuta - or The Olgas

KATA TJUTA





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Meggidomes!
Loosed clouds
Of Old Witnesses.
Eremites: Our Desert
Fathers; "Many Heads"
knodding to agree in
temptation memory
on battlefields
of lost gods.

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Iconodomes
Essene battlements.
Templates of Sculpting
The little spirits of place.
Many voices chorus to sing
The silence as all matter
waits to be free
In its song.

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Birdsong chambers
Echo shrines and towers
The choir altars of old
Stone yearn for their true
Consensus at a larger remit,
The domes cry out to what
The rock knows has
Been will come.

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"Cooee! Cooee!"
Men return, sit down
Listen. Women keep back
Turn. Circle. Ululate "Oo"
"Oo Oo." Walls have
Eyes, heads have
Ears no mouth
Can speak.

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"Attend!
Take time! "
For matters key
Like stones, Halls
And keeps impromptu
Call to Grass-men, to
Sand-doctors, to Hunter
Kings. "Sit down, Sit
Down." With all creation
That longs to be
Released.

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'Us stones'
Many heads cry
Out 'Parley Parley!"
Rest in slow stance to
be with one who is here!
One who cannot
Be seen.

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Stone Domes!
Valley of dry winds!
Grain of gathering Cathedral.
The congregation on lithic fire
Is blood-stone in veinskins
In a place of skulls
A place of skull.

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Open up
The cookpots
Breakout your pudding.
Give grain. Let the Echo
Of echoes reverberate in
Your veins, till the
Flameblood of longing
Is who you are.


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- 1995 - after visiting The Olga's (Kata Tjuta)