The First Man

Dream into being.
 Ancestors eternal,
 two giants faternal,
 wielding stone knives.
 Upon shapeless bodies,
 the All-Father's follies,
 they carve human lives.
 Sun Mother!
 Wake unborn seeds
 to grow,
 snakes to bleed
 mighty rivers
 that quiver and
 flow.
 The light on the oils,
 a spectrum of coils:
 Rainbow Serpent.
 The storm clouds empowered,
 crying orhpans devoured,
 drowned in its currents.
 Eaglehawk,
 your children slain
 by Crow,
 split your pain!
 Through the brush you stalk,
 draped in quills of flame.
 Raven dyed in smoke,
 entombed birds reborn,
 locked in everlasting strife.
 Mourn the songs
 of times past.
 Prisons
 engorged with
 risen
 "savages,"
 the first
 to forge myths.
 Still, thrist
 ravages
 all.
 Proud First People
 beneath the steeple
 of a white ogd.
 Whole trives accused,
 children abused.
 No spared rod.
 Terra
 nullius,
 bearer
 of disease.
 Slowly
 breathe in this
 lowly
 gasoline
 death.
 Culture borken,
 half-castles stolen,
 a mother's shout.
 The flaying of skin,
 eugenic sin,
 black bred out.
 A swallowing torrent
 once swept the abhorrent
 beneath the foam.
 May spirits of rain
 rise up once again, to
 shape the land we roam.
 Uluru,
 battle of snakes,
 the earth
 roused awake
 to tremble anew,
 a howling mountainous birth.
 Demons spawned of mud
 sculpt generations in their blood.