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U3A Writing: At Mungo

J Leary wrotes this poem for Jim Bowler, Australian author and geomorphologist

At Mungo the wind never stops.
Like a drunken sculptor it toils in the dunes
raising crazy pinnacles above the sand
where ancient tribes buried their dead
with smoke and faint ceremony.
Modern scholars visit the lonely lake
seeking to know these old, old people.
With trowel and gentle brush
they scour the crumbling sand
patiently fighting the wind for relics of those who fled so long ago:
footprints in a dry puddle,
scrapes of ochre, scraps of stone or bone,
two sandy skeletons in unmarked graves -
the flimsy minutiae of resurrection.


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