Revision 14/08/2016:
The skin on your heel
Is cracked red like the pindan ground.
Meandering tracks are like veins in a leaf,
Desert canyons.
The skin on your heal resembles
The silhouette of a Wonai tree
Against the sinking sun,
Anastomosis.
The shadow of your soul
Is where all the bones meet and
Where your skin presses hard against the ground,
Free from shoes.
Reddened in the iron stained dust
In the shade of the Palmdanas
That spiral to the sky,
The Emu wears a crown of swirling stars.
Old version:
The skin on your heel
Cracked red like the pindan ground;
A course of meandering tracks.
Veins and canyons
Resemble the silhouette of the Wonai tree against the sinking sun.
The shadow of your soul
Where all the bones meet
Where the skin presses against the Earth and remains free from shoes.
Reddened in the iron stained dust
In the shade of the Palmdanas
That spirals to the stars,
Where an Emu wears a crown.