Skies run, streaked bloody like fleeces shorn.
"Empire Rose" and "Sun Boy" sail on the tide.
Tussock's sunbaked pelt jumps and rolls.
The moa's calcified rugby ball shines,
Hail pings grave bell-jars in cold sad chimes;
as tree stumps whiten along Dead Horse Row.
Found tremors unearth time's brass-bound capsule.
Glass arcades surface from submarine depths.
truckloads of grey silt are chucked up high.
shrink in the wash of a bushwacked laundry.
tossed back and forth by whole earth mechanics.
Heretics get stuck in with a mixed hot grill.
Colonel Shag's cliff-face cormorants preen,
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