I am Naked
in front of a room full of strangers
left alone @ night the Ruru comforts me
whispering old laments from my ancestors
Through the pained glass I seeing RISING… Hine Pae Kura
She Spreads and Spits Sweet dew drops
across the thighs and breast of our
earth mother
FLINCHING, PIERCING FLUORESCENT is flicked on
…..the gallery is open… the night…. now gone
It is open for the spectators to “Caste” their gaze
across my open body
Shaped with stories and scars,
of the present,
and the past
try to conceptualize my Soul but know. That.
It… Is… Vast…
And KNOW this…. that I will be Here
long after…
Your Bones turn to Dust.