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Schnapper Rock
I All that is below is all that will ever be, and its pass of years washed to the sea; but haply here I stand in your stead alone beside the Estuary of the Dead. II Hear the pitch and hum of nest and hive, the winged sea wolves its depths to dive. Angels and demons in my head recite on the banks of Lucas Creek at first light. III Naked mudflats her silent wake swell and gravediggers heap clay in the quell; Waitemata tides at the rivermouth gate will bury its Big Muddy under its weight. IV I hear soft tones of old tui's silvery trill out of the pine forest's late autumn chill. Ruminate at peace by the tranquil wave alas crouched upon your bone filled grave. V Embalmed is the air with the May flower, and dark clouds gather my memorial hour; allow me my idle bluster and in it abide for verily it comes and goes with the tide. VI Sometimes I wonder at the fates of men at the point of death upon this quiet fen - is it mine to sail afar the western seas or bear the twelve labours of Hercules? VII What mortal stars have this realm shone, some burnt out, some taken - all are gone! So shall it be on these upper harbours when I too am resting with my fathers. Written: May 1992
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