John Mawurndjul:
20 September, 2018
two ways
at Maningrida they never stopped climbing
trees found a way to keep mardayin
ceremony but some were taken too unscroll
bark canvas work with fire smell thick
in air on walls Ngalyod rainbow
serpent bodies coiled together power
in its bones these words are better poetry
all I know is only written but country
holds story too hawks carrying fire
etched onto lorrkkon no bones inside
shimmer light in dark the old and the new
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