They walk over the quiet of the Rock . . .
Uwa, nyangatja nganampa ngura. Piranpaku ngura wiya. Maruku ngura . . .
bragging mid-air to the top,
a file of climbers, dotted line,
sign their names to themselves,
Only the cautious — with the signboards
and the visitor information —
listen to Barbara Tjikatu:
“If you worry about Aboriginal law, then leave it,
don’t climb it.”