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MATA-ARIKI MEROPE
L.A. Maihi 2012 |
pebbles seep from stony eyes
where once were tears /gravel lies
a touch of heart/ is made of glass
where shards are shred/ a brittle mask
the arms that wrap are those of bone
to cradle the child/ that's all alone
the still envelops/ the breathless mouth
where vapour is/an unknown wealth
frozen blood is standing still
there is no heat /only chill
time has stopped/ to hold this tight
there is no motion/ there is no flight
let it be/ don't hold out your hand
this is peace/ in the holy land
don't break this shell/ leave well alone
red shoes are worn/ 3 taps to home
L.A. Maihi
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