| Douglas Poole NEW ZEALAND I burn Like some strange astrological sign in an ancient sky albeit strange to the naive, those worshipping a Sun, Moon and Sky triad. I soar toward it words widening a painted horizon ancient jade ancient Grey blue widening my ancient brown eyes I soar toward it worlds written a slaughtered skyline ancient red ancient copper gold I wish to become part of the bloodshed Like some strange astrological sign son of water daughter of fire some driven mad dog, loyal to his own rabid logic I burn Dedicated to Christina and Stoneking with love 3/6/00. Bring the flame (dedicated to Christina Conrad) Toi toi's slash the wind, of grave echoes soul echoes sorrow, this should be long buried. Beside my works of pain you found memories lost, embedded. Blood toils the soil and flesh burns fires on the seaward breeze Tangaroa lashes the shoreline. Papatuanuku mourns the separation from her lover, her lover still drapes fogs and rains around her pulls her close within. Though far removed by children torn, spurned by lovers and haters ripped, she burns, she burns, this flesh burns fires on seaward winds carry you home bring you home bring the bloodshed bring the pain bring the canvas bring the flame © All Copyright, 2000,
Douglas Poole. |