MAYHEM - Issue Four
Deterrent with heavy chain,
and a hand painted,
weather beaten sign
Trespassers will be -
A faded warning from my grandpop
that never did its job.
Probably for the best too.
The marae across the road
fed their scraps to the old kunekune
Horace loved that.
Always warm from the blaring January sun.
should be solid,
should be strong.
Instead it barely hangs on its hinges
decades of kids ignoring parent’s orders
Don’t swing on that bloody gate!
five hours in a car
four sets of small elbows crammed in the back seat.
We probably couldn’t close it
even if we wanted to.
It’s a part of that bush now boy
he told me.
With cicada shells and spider-webs.
Frayed blue twine
tied it to the lone post
of an unfinished fence.