Knuckle-bone bowers and prickle-laid beds,
Bleached bones and interlocked heads,
A graveyard of bracken, bark and boughs,
Red Ochre blood, seeping from furrows,
Horizons of Belaha, flush as water,
Serenity, my prayer place, my altar,
Lazy heat from a red setting sun,
It’s to here, this my home, I run.