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WAIRUA IN THE STARLIGHT

Running men on the street
in dog-skin kilts
rustling in
the midnight wind,
with dreadful purpose -
brows sweat sheened.
Was it true,
or just a dream?

Greenstone meres
shining bright,
in the folds
of deep midnight.
Was it true
the ghostly sight
or wairua ranks
upon the night?

Thumping feet
in death's cadence,
mokoed faces
forward thrust,
rear ranked spears
in starlight bright;
Or wairua ranks
upon the night?

A vision in
the dying moon,
with patus held
to tattooed chests,
all running strong
from east to west -
and melting in
the Kaimai crest.

John A. Moller
Whiskey Two Company RNZIR

 

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