new zealand electronic poetry centre


Helen J. O'Neill

Fugacity 05
Online Poetry Anthology


Examiner in Sri Lanka

Stepping dignified from the cab I prickled
as heat wrapped round me like a musty duvet.
I staggered and gagged politely.
Avoiding broken pavement, rotting fruit,
the scaly upturned palm
I deliberately shut my nostrils
and my judgement
following the gliding sari to the unhinged gate.
I was important.

I lacked nothing.

I felt empty.

(First published Micropress New Zealand "Poetry for People" vol. 5 issue 2 2000)

Last updated 22 April, 2005