Walking to Van Diemen’s Land
What must they have thought?
Those wiry men each shift
Making their way up the zigzag,
In hushed tones in all weathers
With boulders and rocks encasing the Valley
Walking to Van Diemen’s Land.
Only to shut out the light or stars
As they moved within the mountain.
Did they call on the gods to protect them?
Or make supplications to the dead
To guard over them?
The reverse journey was lighter,
Walking back from Van Diemen’s Land.