Has been sweat and dread.
Rending the Fabric of Sky, shred.
There’s not one mark, not one crease.
(Christchurch shootings, 15-3-19 RIP)
Blessings on Islam
Holy brothers and sisters
From the Western Shores, of Christendom
From our common ancestor in Abraham
From the monk to the priest to the mosque to the imam
Blessings on Islam, Blessings on Christendom
There is only one God, and has all Names.
These images in fields of grains growing in nature,
Are powerful images of balance and beauty and integration.
Some medicine for the people of Aotearoa,
As we are restored and restory-ed beyond violent disruption.
On the seventh day he was arrested
For inciting a peace’n’ love riot
That brought with it nevertheless
A deep and profound disquiet.
With a gasp they all grasped
What an ugly world they’d made
In the gluttonist parade
. . . . . . .
Of a poem that braved surfed
Through non-rhymes and non sequitur
To underscore the worth
That the medium is all that matters
What matters most is what the message is
Our underlying value in what we can express
Underlined by the value of this land and where our vote is.
And with that he rested.
