the belly of the beast
i agree to be swallowed whole
a morsel of knowledge
sinking
to the
silty
bottom
of the churning muck and mulch
digested for
dimensions
to come
tongue curls overunder

embraced at every turn by
the hands of our tupuna

guiding us down their gullet
salivary walls and sticky windows
stripping mucus muscled struts
a quick drag and a lit match
illuminating in ill matter
a pulsing coursing beat
sister stony brother boulders
ensorcelled in sources cells
natured gneiss
metamorphized
mountains
cracked
base
my
spine
in slanted
returns
to
t h e art h
Ox Matiu (Ngāpuhi) is a tipua through and through, residing in the hills of Te Whanganui-a-Tara while dreaming of translation and toi Māori. A lover of the written word who publishes where and when and whatever.