John Puhiatau Pule

Then if I come out of this madness
still able to remember you, listen,
this is what I have to tell you: as a way
to give greater consistency to your interior,
 
I would like to dig my fingers into
your body which can ingest, when you
are sad, ten times its weight in blood.
And if that is not enough I would again
 
at sunrise shape your arm to a glacier.
There I would lay my head, incised at
the forehead to induce a church filled

glamorously with prostitutes. Leave
prayers at your feet as a sign I will
eventually be prosecuted for these litanies.

From 100 Love Poems (Earl of Seacliff, 2005)

© John Pule
 

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Last updated 25 September, 2005