The womb - Apirana Taylor
Your fires burnt my forests
leaving only the charred bones
of totara rimu and kahikatea
Your ploughs like the fingernails
of a woman scared my face
It seems I became a domestic giant
But in death
you settlers and farmers
return to me
and I suck on your bodies
as if they they are lollipops
I am the land
the womb of life and death
Ruamoko the unborn God
rumbles within me
and the fires of Ruapehu still live
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