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Lying in State

Ko Tupapaku Tapu

Now you are sacred
the dew will bathe you,
the moon will paint you
and turn your cloak
to plume and blossom
as your rank deserves.

We can speak later.
Send word: in birdsong
wind-lisp, throaty brook;
make mist, rainbows,
and listen, listen
for my often prayer.