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Inside Ayers Rock
(17 October 1938 / )

Inside Ayers Rock

Inside Ayers Rock is lit
with paired fluorescent lights
on steel pillars supporting the ceiling
of haze-blue marquee cloth
high above the non-slip pavers.
Curving around the cafeteria
throughout vast inner space
is a Milky way of plastic chairs
in foursomes around tables
all the way to the truck drivers' enclave.
Dusted coolabah trees grow to the ceiling,
TVs talk in gassy colours, and
round the walls are Outback shop fronts:
the Beehive Bookshop for brochures,
Casual Clobber, the bottled Country Kitchen
and the sheet-iron Dreamtime Experience
that is turned off at night.
A high bank of medal-ribbony
lolly jars preside over
island counters like opened crates,
one labelled White Mugs, and covered with them.
A two-dimensional policeman
discourages shoplifting of gifts
and near the entrance, where you pay
for fuel, there stands a tribal man
in rib-paint and pubic tassel.
It is all gentle and kind.
In beyond the children's playworld
there are fossils, like crumpled
old drawings of creatures in rock.

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Ayers Rock is eternal and it attracts me like a magnet to go and climb it.I don't think Les Murray's poem does it justice though.
The layland brothers built a service area north of Sydney in the shape of Ayers Rock, seems to me the meagrely has. More to do with that place than Ularu tha has a very majestic and spiritual aura, The rock service station burned to the ground in 2018 I think, Ularu goes on for ever
A well crafted poem by Les Murray👍👍
he's talking about a shop that's appropriated the name of the rock.
Nicely penned with great imagery.
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