Canberra keeping place

Andrew Spiker (2017)

 

…fragments of a whole culture

signalling to us from a strip of magnetised tape

audible

language of a dreamtime

Gunaikurnai song…

 

In the compactus of the institute

collection

such items sleep in their protective shells.

Sometimes, after nightfall, in the vault,

I imagined fleeting shapes just out of

sight.

 

Photographs don’t tell the whole story;

books can tell the story, but not the

sound.

Voices must be heard, how it was, how it

is now;

There needs to be a listening.

 

Then we can take the bone out of our

throats

and speak. Not make any more mistakes.

Care for the lake, care about the culture

– this is a path I hope to walk.

July 13, 2019
Poems