DOUBLE TIME

Deserted roads through sleeping towns
They shall not grow old
Pre-dawn darkness timeslips
as we that are left grow old
Bright lights on metal roads, as we arrive
Age shall not weary them
Raw wailing sound, source unseen
nor the years condemn
From the whare tupuna, harsh sobs rendered deep
At the going down of the sun
Emotions slice through cold morning air
and in the morning
Immobile faces signal private memories
We will remember them

©Copyright August 2002 by Sue Baker-Wilson

"whare tupuna" - house of ancestors