LEONARD FONG ROKA
In many, many tonnes a day it went down the river altering its old beauty.
After the Bougainville conflict that shut the mine, the river began eroding its siltation in search of its original bed. In doing so, however, the Kavarong is changing the Banoni coastline from Matupina to the Koiare.
Sand and dirt of the white-man I sucked 24/7
To fill the belly of the red-man from PNG and not my Solomons
I could be proud if it were the Malaitans
That traded me duku for my daughters
And dig my gems for the grooms in San Cristobal.
But my sons fought the looters of PNG and saved me
From the aliens that raped my virginity to a village spittle
Thus I am recuperating from agony of my lover’s rejection
Day by day I am weeping in search of my bed with my children
The sun pities me as I rummage the gravel lawns of mystery
The rain cries in mercy and my children help me
To search for my bed
Where I could rest forever and bless my people
Who have suffered and died for me
But we are digging and digging
Shipping the effluent to Marau that is crying
But I tell her not to cry; I will free myself and help her out; so
Days and nights, we are digging history
Discovering new worlds that suffered
From the raping by aliens
We are digging
In search of my bed.