Bring the Flame
 
 

Toi tois slash the wind,
of grave echoes soul
echoes sorrow,
this should be long buried.
Beside my works 
of pain
you found
memories
lost, embedded
 

Blood toils the soil
and flesh burns
fires on the seaward breeze
Tangaroa lashes the shoreline.
Papatuanuku mourns the separation
from her lover, 
her lover still drapes
fogs and rains around her
pulls her close 
within.
 

Though far removed by children
torn,
spurned by lovers and haters
ripped,
she burns,
she burns,
this flesh burns
fires on seaward winds
carry you home
bring you home
 

bring the bloodshed
bring the pain
bring the canvas
bring the flame
 

Dedicated to Christina Conrad with love
((C) Copyright 2001
Doug Poole
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