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 | Writing Wellington: Twenty Years of Victoria University Writing
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3 Te Ana o Hau
He hid in a towering bluff,
but with one blow of my fist
it became an archway down
which he dropped, abseiling
for dear life—a katipo, God
damn it! He hit the
beach
running, but I was swifter,
squashing him flat with my foot.
It was goodbye, Weku boy.
His soul, snatched up by a lizard,
howled all the way to Te Po.
Will miss him all the same
when fishing—him and his whoppers.
That big one out there,
yeah, Kapiti. It's one that
didn't get away. We fished it up—
not that trickster Maui,
with his impudent claims.
but with one blow of my fist
it became an archway down
which he dropped, abseiling
for dear life—a katipo, God
69
running, but I was swifter,
squashing him flat with my foot.
It was goodbye, Weku boy.
His soul, snatched up by a lizard,
howled all the way to Te Po.
Will miss him all the same
when fishing—him and his whoppers.
That big one out there,
yeah, Kapiti. It's one that
didn't get away. We fished it up—
not that trickster Maui,
with his impudent claims.
| Writing Wellington: Twenty Years of Victoria University Writing
Fellows | |