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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.