Roots
(i.m. Maui Dalvanius Prime, 1948-2002)
Dalvanius dies. At least it's made
the news. 'He was a Maori joker
wasn't he?' a man says reading aloud.
I think back to the '80s. Where was
I when the Patea Maori Club topped
the charts? Somewhere near Hawera
I think, visiting my Great Aunt, or in
Stratford on a trip, moving down those
long wide streets of dairy town,
working class New Zealand, and unaware
of the frigid existence of many.
Now, older, it comes back in the form
of Dalvanius's corpse. The last of '80s
Kiwiana perhaps. Another icon
dipping down like the cattle flung dung
or that typically local tele-setting country sun.
Poem © Mark Pirie, 2002