Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

this taiaha (07 July 2011)

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I wield this stick
this taiaha
you have no business here
on my heartland

I strike you down
there is nothing left

… you reappear, fully formed

I take the taiaha
I spear your life
a great thwack
(the same sound
as road kill)

I strike again
your heart, groin, your
knees, ankles

you have no life here
in my heartland
I turn away, and

you reappear, fully formed …

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