The rabbit was the first invader they knew.
Fast on its feet. Fifty years before the whiteman,
it hopped in from the West and became
part of the food law.
But before you catch up to the rabbit,
you catch up with the shit.
And the first adaptation was to rabbit shit.
Shit was herald and challenge;
a missive sent from another world.
A Foreshadowing, not a Dreaming,
not a transformation — a question.
Something that did not belong,
stranger than a volcano, or a comet.
Something that happened out of nothing,
that did not fit into the Law,
that had not been part of the Land,
And yet, when the people looked,
it was familiar.
There was no fear.
They did not deny it.
It was not unlike wallaby shit.
What comes from the body has its uses:
Rabbit shit — better than wallaby shit.
Rabbit shit makes good fire, quick!