maccahon

I want to
leave this flesh
the thing that makes
this land
shudder

I am a mesh of you
and so we make each other
as you are in i
a womb of darkness
let the bright creatures
flutter

about at withered lights
beautiful girl
i sived all my water
through your marrow
as your mouth has teeth
in my hair

please remove us
from there
a dark plain of
nothingness
and bless us with individuality
a new reality
she dark-skinned
i white
a contradiction
that makes a heaven
a faction of a nation
we will grow each other
separate
desperate to form
new Zealand