Oil on paper on board. Project for teacher's training college exhibition.
You scatter memories of stillborn children...Maungawhau,
and naked still
your crevices have been explored
by the fingers, souls, and minds of many...
who cradle you
Tapu
beneath their breast.
Mountain...
your eruptions are denied.
The afterbirth of a child the experts call extinction
stir deep within your womb,
As history, poetry, and music...
drip from the walls of your crater.
Karyn
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