Running the rule
Updated: May 24
After the coronation, with its glut
of purloined gold and gems
and bizarre re-enactment of relics
from the glory days of Empire
I walk the steep wet paths of Central Park
through punga and kawakawa,
peppered here with grey sprayed gorse
ti kouka and manuka, and
here a small colony of big pines,
a beneficence of shed needles
smothering the muddy track
and on past
No Skateboarding
Absolutely Positively Wellington
I drift to the still held Star of Africa
the Elgin Marbles
exhibitions of taonga tuku iho
tupuna parts as trophies
and a shared YouTube clip
of a stadium of Celtic football fans
lustily singing to a traditional tune,
You can shove your coronation up your arse.