The ruins of wellington

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.