new zealand electronic poetry centre

k a   m a t e   k a   o r a  

a new zealand journal of poetry and poetics
issue 6,  september 2008


 In memory of: Hone Tuwhare


They have taken you from the swamp, in words
That slide to page your grand-parented chiseled walls.

The cold kleptomaniacs
With envious eyes of plums, pelican-bagged, done.

Raging river-stones hiss and sigh
As I step between them

I have lined your verse in crisp cotton.
Down to sea level there is something between us.

You are here, the silent giant clothed in your best.
I see your black trailing cloak, it’s humming a mournful tune.

At the head, old dears deliver their stately welcome and retire.
The punctuated sea is tailored for the scene.

The potato bulbed, plausible winter flowers are yellow with love
While madam death is waiting in the wings
Her red mouth wide open.


Tania Hinehou Butcher



Last updated 24 November, 2008