Early Settler Poem by Bernadette Hall
Early Settler
You dream a hand
that will stitch a flag
to the bullet-hole
in your shoulder
you dream a man
who wears a huia feather,
stands all Heathcliff
in the doorway
of the prefabricated house
you dream a door-post
painted with your insignia:
a monkey, a black swan feather,
a bike lock
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