HUNTLEY POWER STATION
Oddly
Ozymandian
this
fragment of industrial Luxor
abandoned
by its Moloch
in
riverine bucolic prospect. Why
or
to what vestigial bloke
in
me it sings to, I can’t say.
The
Sant'Elia lines, perhaps?
The
brazen confidence of the gesture
defying
all the Waikato’s taniwha?
Fugitive from highway continuum
it
looms up cyclopean, the twin
Freudian
stogies extinguished accuse the sky
like
a zombie Sandinista’s finger.
The last colonial cathedral.
The last colonial cathedral.
The
arrogance!
Omnia
Vanitas!
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