These hands of mine were wedged Between the lime and granite This throat and spine were nestled On the faults of Asia Drills split through sheets above A pulsing light appeared A ray of Sun? We have seen none Not since Gondwanaland Beside my temple lies A Lystrosaurus pelvic bone I wonder what the quarry- Master could be after It's been two hundred fifty Million human years since we Were last in open ocean Sifting round Gondwanaland Dremels' tremors burst the bubble Of a dream escaping We'd floated free and kissed The smouldering shored Gondwanaland I tried to sleep again And rain filled up the canyon cut By worried men