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Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 9, No. 8 July, 3, 1946

Midsummer Ending

Midsummer Ending

Fish blood struck with death run cold
Past the shadows deep across the bay.
Gaped a fine last to the meadows of mermaids,
Called a last breath with brows like scales.

From hot summer run fervour of death,
Death the cold, to the last grey shingle
Came like a glider to rise at a hill
but failed in the bloodless fish-lips, denied.

Heart was too full for waiting at peace.
Mind would spurn a faint best though no other.
Would come to the fish-bone visit of deserving
Knowing the tug of the wags, of one wag.

Our way. Which is the right one. Made.
Chosen the beetling die-cast, blood-flung
High on the heavens, crowds for unfurling.
Breath of the morning unwelcome this making.

Time the last refuge, and fish-French proverbs.
The old oaken helper, retriever, gain-slayer
—With a sad smile, the last Slags as he sows.
If the sowing is late—left with Time.

Fish-fed Time with fools for furnaces.
Hell for the fools. Heaven can wait.
No Heaven far the brain ones, lushy with cortex.
Heaven for the wise. Heaven is hoping

Mind down a side-road.body-blood-river.
So bridge for reconciles once they have parted.
The world is a very big place. Hunt the hunters.
My self, or revive with their fish-gaped hope.