“Toe toe

like the discarded arrows of the sun

bite at the wind

and heart

Here -

midst the gathered flax

rest, now -

The kuia, will weave your memory warm

Why awhi absence -

At river’s end

At river’s end.

 

Here

All your oceans ran full

and you -

this grinning Dutch walnut

half – cracked

running at the Gods

of moon and time.

Your kingdom -

a warm coke, a thigh-white cigarette -

and the tug of the net

on a turning tide.

I weave -

I weave -

I weave your memory warm.

 

Here

my Captain Aluminium

like a mosquito

on the skin of the night -

You uncover sleep

as a memory

and cradle me

in the quiet mantra of the gull -

Still.

Still.

Still you weave

You weave

You weave your memory warm”.

 

Hutia te rito o te haraheke.

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