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4 Maui
He lolled against the archway
to the Underworld, murmuring
how Wairaka's ghost brushed
past him, eyes and mouth agape
in a soundless scream. A liar
he may have been, but he
wasn't all bad. Trying to abolish
death at great personal
risk showed real nobility,
but try telling that to the
piwakawaka, who fell out of
their tree with laughter,
when Hinenuitepo turned massively
in her sleep, closed her thighs,
crushing his skull like eggshell.
to the Underworld, murmuring
how Wairaka's ghost brushed
past him, eyes and mouth agape
in a soundless scream. A liar
he may have been, but he
wasn't all bad. Trying to abolish
death at great personal
risk showed real nobility,
but try telling that to the
piwakawaka, who fell out of
their tree with laughter,
when Hinenuitepo turned massively
in her sleep, closed her thighs,
crushing his skull like eggshell.
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