Lost Voices
Lost Voices Who will keep the Knowledge when the hunters fade into legends and paintings on the rock face? With no voices to name the eland or call the rain how will the Ancestors sing the Songlines? Their wisdom is lost to the now scattered Children of the grasslands who huddle caged in the cities dead to the dreaming of the dry desert dunes creeping ever closer they cannot hear the west wind whispering to itself amongst the scattered bones of the Wild ones who had nowhere to run from the relentless drought Souls are split from the Sacred that they once wandered hand in hand with through the vast open spaces with their herds The old ways are dying as the waters are drying and the ancient forests cleared no fist strikes the drum to negotiate with the Thunder God no offerings float on the now still river long empty of fish the Children are gone the Ancestors are silent the wind has wandered on What are you d...