Aboriginal Death Song

Feet of the flying, and fierce
  Tops of the sharp-headed spear,
Hard by the thickets that pierce,
  Lo! they are nimble and near.
Women are we, and the wives
  Strong Arrawatta hath won;
Weary because of our lives,
  Sick of the face of the sun.

Koola, our love and our light,
  What have they done unto you?
Man of the star-reaching sight,
  Dipped in the fire and the dew.

Black-headed snakes in the grass
  Struck at the fleet-footed lord—
Still is his voice at the pass,
  Soundless his step at the ford.

Far by the forested glen,
  Starkly he lies in the rain;
Kings of the council of men
  Shout for their leader in vain.

Yea, and the fish-river clear
  Never shall blacken below
Spear and the shadow of spear,
  Bow and the shadow of bow.

Hunter and climber of trees,
  Now doth his tomahawk rust,
(Dread of the cunning wild bees),
  Hidden in hillocks of dust.

We, who were followed and bound,
  Dashed under foot by the foe,
Sit with our eyes to the ground,
  Faint from the brand and the blow.

Dumb with the sorrow that kills,
  Sorrow for brother and chief,
Terror of thundering hills,
  Having no hope in our grief,

Seeing the fathers are far
  Seeking the spoils of the dead
Left on the path of the war,
  Matted and mangled and red.

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Henry Kendall

Thomas Henry Kendall was a nineteenth-century Australian author and bush poet, who was particularly known for his poems and tales set in a natural environment setting. more…

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