Salient. Victoria University of Wellington Students' Newspaper. Volume 31, No. 24. October 1, 1968
Sunday Evening
Sunday Evening
This morning gathering wood
at the old mill up Moonshine
Valley road : all a little
pointless, these fires, and no one
here buy myself; a little
drunk and out of booze.
And all
the afternoon, combed the edge
of the estuary: kindling
for a month.
With an almost
sickening smell of gum, night
settles in the macrocarpas.
The first sharp drops of cold rain fall.
I think of her, five foot,
no more; maybe dead: a black
raven crouching in her thighs:
Sam Hunt.