Before the writing on the rock,
Had scratched the miracles away,
Before the clay had stamped its songs,
Before creation raised the seas,
Before the ignorance of Greece,
Before Tibetan chants of death,
Before the worthless wars of Rome,
Before the Dreamtime thought to dream.
A child began its cry for life,
Like every other cry at night.
Her cries rebounded through the hills,
And echoed up beyond the skies.
Her father had a cheating mind.
Her mother screamed and broke the ground.