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Arc
1

About the house seldom
Afield with our sheep
                    From my mother I learned ‘Our Father’
These were the years of my discretion
I vowed to keep my virginity
                    For as long as it pleased God

2

My voices promised to lead me to Paradise
‘Go, and whatever may come of it
Let it come’ I don’t know
                    A from B, Orleans from a broken wish-bone
‘Take up the banner of your Lord’
Sown with lilies, fringed with silk
                    Jesus Maria rubs the rust from my sword

3

While poplars scrub the sky’s underbelly
My horse’s hooves emboss the morning-star
                    They seal its heat in the steaming road
Our enemies hang from clouds with silver
Spilling from their pockets
                    The money-lenders come from Heaven

Late 1999, Faulder Avenue, Auckland

 


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