Writing Wellington: Twenty Years of Victoria University Writing
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1 Haunui
Haunui's the name—Big Wind,
at your service. Caught them
at it, didn't I? My woman
and Weku, my best mate—
not any more, he's not.
Trusted them, you know—him
and her who brought me so much
pain. Caught them red-handed—if
you'll pardon the expression—
at Waimapihi, a sacred spring
whose waters immediately drained
away for shame, for shame.
at your service. Caught them
at it, didn't I? My woman
and Weku, my best mate—
not any more, he's not.
Trusted them, you know—him
and her who brought me so much
pain. Caught them red-handed—if
you'll pardon the expression—
at Waimapihi, a sacred spring
whose waters immediately drained
away for shame, for shame.
Writing Wellington: Twenty Years of Victoria University Writing
Fellows | ||