nowadays when I go for a run
I run to the bay
where the ships
wreaked themselves on the rocks
it was a common scene
back then, some made it
some didn’t. I wonder
when the lighthouse got built…
I run to this bay because the quarry
got shut down
and now the naked cliffs
are slightly gorged
and it feels ok to scream
I wield this stick
this taiaha
you have no business here
on my heartland
I strike you down
there is nothing left
… you reappear, fully formed
I take the taiaha
I spear your life
a great thwack
(the same sound
as road kill)
I strike again
your heart, groin, your
knees, ankles
you have no life here
in my heartland
I turn away, and
you reappear, fully formed …
there’s nothing left here
I promise
we did a fine job
of torching
everything we held dear
between us
to start again
is the sunrise after
sauhain
a timid light
that beckons
death as life
I want to believe
that you want me
I want to believe
this ring, given, was not some whimsical
symbol. Instead,
Death is the symbol
did you ask for my engagement
ring back
because you already know we are
never-going-back-here-again
over?
I stopped saying
you left me
I’m not sure
who the victim is
it is chaos
meeting Truth
