I am Naked

in front of a room full of strangers

left alone @ night the Ruru comforts me

whispering old laments from my ancestors

Through the pained glass I seeing RISING… Hine Pae Kura

She Spreads and Spits Sweet dew drops

across the thighs and breast of our

earth mother

FLINCHING, PIERCING FLUORESCENT is flicked on

…..the gallery is open… the night…. now gone

It is open for the spectators to “Caste” their gaze

across my open body

Shaped with stories and scars,

of the present,

and the past

try to conceptualize my Soul but know. That.

It… Is… Vast…

And KNOW this…. that I will be Here

long after…

Your Bones turn to Dust.