Remotely Disconnected – A Poem by Allen Volz
This makes the spine tingle and shiver
In ways, more the taker than giver
Endless interrogation
From brutal corrugation
The ordeal of the road to Gibb River
Then, out of the red dust and smoke haze
Looms a vision, a most haunting maze
The grandeur of Kimberley
Is far beyond simile
You’re held fast in enchanted gaze
From the black hole of evolution
Earth, wind and fire in revolution
With cohorts water and time
Moulded vast and sublime
This landscape of creative collusion
Swollen rivers in their wild untamed rage
Gouged craggy chasms in that primitive age
Now elaborate props for a play
(Spellbinding to this day)
Adorning the set of its wondrous stage
Ancient Boabs and Cyclads weave tapestry
Eucalypt canopies cast shades of majesty
Termite castles in Spinifex
(Monumental special effects)
Embrace and celebrate in random pageantry
Tender care of these lands was afforded
By primordial guardians who recorded
In galleries of stone
From ash, ochre and bone
Their law and their lore more applauded
Here’s nature herself in mardi gras
(Kimberley utes even wear a bra)
There’s a rock for all ages
Birds fly free of cages
So pristine, you won’t have a bar of Telstra
