by William Skink

I wrote this poem a few days before interviewing Marisa Acocella about her graphic novel, The Big She-Bang.

Uluru your resonance
counter acts my stone
basalt derives volcanic
leave my mind alone

Uluru you activate 
though we knew your hum
already before the she-bang
made creation come

Uluru my darkened threads
cover northern skin
I'll infiltrate Cascadia
the cycle isn't sin

Uluru forgive them
their heart is inside out
metallic exo-skeleton
won't shield them from the sound

vibratory ascension?
they covet what we got
a key to higher realms
when thought becomes unlocked