THE UNBEARABLE WHITENESS OF BEING



The Pākehā arrived
smuggled in European settler blood
like an illicit drug.        

When a Pākehā dies
their soul travels through television waves
to Auckland, (pausing only to name Rangitoto,
the only island in the gulf it knows)
and bungee jumps from the
Heaven-blaspheming syringe of the Sky Tower
into the sky.

Because you are haughty of heart,
you say, “A god am I!
I occupy a godly throne in the heart of the sea!”

                        Then,
outpacing swift light itself, the little soul
that moved in too big a big body,
passes between the sullen embers of dead stars
to the centre of the galaxy.
There, a vast black hole sucks it in, swallowing
like a bad girl,
and sends it back to the beginning of the universe
to start all over again.in

Oz, Berlin, or maybe London.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

THE DEATH OF MARION DU FRESNE AT THE BAY OF ISLANDS, NEW ZEALAND, 12 JUNE 1772, BY CHARLES MÉRYON (1846-1848)

THINKING ABOUT LUKE WILLIS THOMPSON

NOT EVERYONE LOVES JOJO RABBIT: A LIST OF LINKS