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The Sculptor (Pouriuri)

Te Purapura (29 February 2002)

Ben Kemp

A child between her palms,
is like Kumura swelling in the belly
of the land,
& aroha knead like sweet bread,

a woman is a mother to the seed in her
hand Te Purapura
and the shape-shifter with clay bones is a
burnt sun,
like the flax woven into your tongue,

Ka moe te wahine i te kopu o papatuanuku