That was our last vestige
That was the temple of the bloodline
Built so tall with noble wood
strong stable supports
Complex catacombs beneath
Passages all through it
Remains of the living areas covered in mould
Deep rot and layer upon layer of dust
Rebuilding all this will take decades
The tower where your cross sat is busted by storms
I must reset it and have it reinforced
Push these wayward people obsessed with their small games
Into rebuilding you whole
Death occupies itself inside a pigeon's body
Doing it's work dutifully inside and out
feathers ruffled and a missing eye
just an opening with a grey and pink nothing
Claw haphazard like a spasmodic goodbye
Ants make a line find their way to the cadaver
Beak slightly ajar as if finishing the last breath
Or nibbling the last morsel
It flew it's last peaceful flight
suffered the hardness
Enjoyed it's ease
It blesses the mud with it's corpse
Position of final forfeit
Elements and bacteria
Until all evidence of the creature has gone
The angle of the neck is thank you
Warriors grandiose.
Come along the ridge here on horse back.
Oh so majestic and spiritual.
Where is your metaphor, where is your sacred spear.
And the rotten colonizer.
Oh what will you do with him?
The horrid brutal landbreaker!
Has he not humiliated the honor?
You remain on horseback the longer taiaha by your side.
Will you not smite me for past slights of my restless predecessors?
Hungry to subjugate your chaos into order.
With a bland English stroke.
Can you live in honour just with words and politics.
Must you not reclaim what is yours with the original violence.
Of such to carve out your appropriates of dominion.
Am I the eternal white Devil that should be huned for sport?
Or did you just run out of Moa.
The neck extended under water.
Everyone thought it was a plesiosaur.
But it was a duck whose neck extended.
Exended twenty meters and it's body grew greatly.
Then it rose from those eel infested waters.
It clmabered over small islands with only one objective.
To eat us whole of course, so we in turn found refuge.
Little subterranean shelters and corridors.
But we knew one day it's beak would break through,
Thus some of us would be gone forever.
The duck looks so adorable from outside of our hiding shelters.
But when it engages it is worse than any existing land monster.
The question is, what made it grow so fast.
What made it so incredible aggressive.
And how do we survive in a world with a giant duck hunting us.
No it's not a goose, yes it's neck is long.
It bites us and eats us.
I looked out from wadestown
Not a tree just fields over what used to be hills
flattened by the weeks of earthquakes a year ago
the debris of the building swept into the massive opening in the earth
I looked out from the ruins of an old hotel there
The ocean flatter than i've ever seen in it
Wellington typically and aggressively windy
What a wondrous city it once was
Now it is flattened
humbled and no longer something to behold
it is just pasture once again
inviting back agriculture and old traditions
Auckland grows in it's place
A humid monster sucking water from two coasts
accomodating the urban refugees
who refused to settle in the ruins of wellington.
Forgive the abomination
look what i have become
A tidal wave of energy in an abyss
Endless blackness
Somewhere at the edge of all this
Drips drop down
Soaking the edges of the world I am creating
How will I shape the rock
Far from the external
curate light for life
redirect the water- my tears and my mouth watering...
something comes from nothing
That is his language
That is my language
The dominion over creation
Patience to watch things grow
I just need to calm this tidal wave
This abomination that breaks everything again
from within
Just so I can consolidate the good works
Converting this abyss to the paradise
Born of my own bold dreams
Maybe what you need is to breathe in the lonliness.
The sense your are going to have to give up every human that loves or cares about you.
Mother sings to me as a baby.
The whine in her voice.
I can you offer you nothing.
And what have I misunderstood from this life?
The Earth and the true God give me unlimited power.
Why have i been cursed by wanting?
Instead of any empathy I get suspicious eyes.
So what they say is...
maybe what you need is to taste lonliness.
Even your wife has evolved much past your stagnant tepid pond.
Get to the notion that you need to give up everyone you love.
Leave and maybe you won't humiliate yourself quite so intensely.
Leave soo because pretty soon there'll be nothing left of you.
As you wish and hope reality was somewhat different.
Hasn't the good old spirit given you enough?
Why do you keep complaining?
why do you need so much?
What a spoilt child you seem to be!
Then I hear the words of my mother.
She sings about the solitude of the Goshawk.
How it flies so nobly, it doesn't ask for anything.
Should I be like that Mother?
Mother can I be the solitary predator?
Am I heartless or was it merely destroyed because I couldn't see the value in feeling any fucking thing anymore.
