Solace in the Wind
as if
we ever find that.
Handsome brass man in a
brass monkey town
won't you take me
take me down.
Naked messiah
calling the waves
to account for their ways.

You stay put but poised
as if
to fly. But yours
is cancelled
while others are jetisonned
from the mouth
of a long-sleeping
Whāitaitai
through boiling clouds
up, up and away.

Thanks to ryanclarke.nz for image