China Woman

High peaked mountains Stand out against the skyline. The great Wall Twines itself Around and over them, Like my Rainbow Serpent, Groaning her way Through ancient rocks. I hear the heavy tramp Of the liberating army, Shaking the mountains loose, Of rolling stones. Falling, crushing, The weeping wild flowers In their path. China, the woman, Stands tall, Breasts heavy With the milk of her labours, Pregnant with expectation. The ancient Dynasties Sleep. Emperors are entombed In museums. The people of China Are now the custodians of palaces. And the wise old Lotus plants Nod their heads In agreement.