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Quake my beauty

 
The Taniwha spine of our country
Has peaks of mountain jewels
Which ridge its bladed back
With white capped snowy pearls
Its head points to the north
Along the ring of fire
Its breath a shaky isle
Its head a funeral pyre
It shook its unfurled body
Two days along our coast
It thrust up new found reefs
And turned some of us to ghosts

I heard it sigh, from miles away
I felt its body begin to sway
The metal twisted
The concrete shifted
And towns were dusted in gravel grey

Glacial waters tear down its back
Swiftly to the coast
An airy silence settles in
A scene thatís dark, morose

Lest we forget, our founding beauty
Rests on a creature alive
Where all we can do, day-by-day
Is tread lightly - and survive

*written post a 7.8 magnitude earthquake in New Zealand that resulted in significant damage along one of our stunning coastlines and one death. A Taniwha is a mythical creature in Maori culture who can be protective as well as destructive and as large and small as the story demands.
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