Hone Tuwhare: a personal memoir
E hoa, you have gone to the place beyond
that tug-of-war which was your life: that
struggle between North and South which
even continued after you were laid to rest.
But it was always like that with you: they
wanted you there while you were elsewhere.
Both of us, we were different kinds of poets,
Railway Workers first, comrades, drinkers
This koha ö ngä kupu ki aroha is from
the centre: where the break in the rail
lies. Paekakariki means Baxter whänau,
Campbell, Glover and a hundred others
who hear the magic whispers of sensual
kai-words, knowing it is ata-kahurangi in flight
Paekakariki, Waitangi Day, 2008
I hope Merata and Hone have a hongi in Heaven for me
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