Pukerangiora Pa
We wander across the place
once sacred -
thriving pa, home - still holds
echoes of life and laughter
hangi pits
abundant life.
The sheep roam now among
the ditches and silences
Whare, home, pa
has become land, separated from man
soaked in blood
and other vibrations
of mana as you ran off the cliff into the Waitara waters below
(Waikato war cries split the air)
Pukerangiora Pa
A story
of all the fighting
a story
of the silence of the land
(Silent guns roar no more, there is no one here)
remaining empty
a home to sheep and memories only
What were we fighting for?
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copyright 2001, Unikorn Stardancer
