Piwhane - Spirits Bay 1988

1.

The evening becomes two brown horses
chasing a bird of small darkness
over the white and blue horizen, she covers
the hills and a silver stretch of sands
pass empty bottles and dead fish,
people carrying a whale bone, calling out,
'over here, to hear our isolation.'
Silence, nothing but silence,
except a yellow moon over Puketoa Pa.
The occasional sweep of wind and wave,
soon the stars will demand a voice
that breaks Pananehe with splendour
so all who walks Piwahne to
Te Rerengawairua, stand still