Poems of A Dismal Rumor's Eye of Aotearoa

[Time Traveler Aubrey]

in a long lost family
there was a son who lived in the center of the world for the first half
and gone to aotearoa to study for the second half
in the center of the world, the first half is cool, and the second half is warm
near aotearoa, the first half is warm, and the second half is cool
wherever he went, it was cool

please don't kill us, we cried
we are a cultural people. we are a culture. we have fashion, food, love, all the things you do. we are people like you.
it was not flattery, no fairy exchange
we would not beg this uncannily if it were not for our lives, and the lives
of those we love

sailors, traders often come off the warm red land
young adults sometimes come off the large, library land
but all before the white sun,
beg.

[Time Traveler Aubrey]

we will be at the top of the mountain,
the doomed dead said,
up here, you can see anything
you can go down to whatever you want

i looked
but
my feet crunched over the corpses of gods

crushed reverence.
throttled hopefish.
fused and melted airglass.

it was painful to see it
it was painful to frown