An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
I wrote this poem in mourning for the Spirit of Hela from
where my oil and gas has been taken by an orange man
She goes the Spirit of Hela.
She goes the Kupalini of Hela.
She goes with my spirit in it.
She goes with my heart in it.
She goes carrying the hearts of Hela.
She goes with the Gigiria Laitapo gas.
She goes with my fire to light up the world.
She goes to the land of the orange man.
She goes and Hela mourns for her.
In the name of Hela she goes,
The Spirit of Hela.