(Apres moi le deluge)
O France’s Gaullist government
Of President Chirac
Has made it clear to us down here
Nuclear testing’s back -
‘Don’t doubt I plan to detonate
There’s nothing you can do,
When deep beneath Mururoa
I set a bright flambeau.
‘In the sea depths of the basalt
Under the coral cone,
I’ll boil bombe à la fricassee
Within a pot of stone.
‘Elite commandos in dinghies
Do ceaselessly patrol
Round the 12 mile exclusion zone,
Round that petit-atoll.
‘We bombed the Rainbow Warrior
Our frogmen played the prank
In Auckland harbour blew her hull,
And so it was she sank.
‘We are a force upon the earth
And Greenpeace contests it.
France I say is here to stay in
Case you hadn’t guessed it.
‘O France’s pride is paramount
Therefore I do no wrong,
Don’t doubt I plan to detonate
Vive la bombe! Vive la bombe!’
France fell before the Boche’s boot
Which made of her a whore,
Chirac’s the New Napoleon
He’s on the march once more.
Recent surveys show crumbling and fractures at the base of these coral
sites posing the threat of ‘plutonium hot-spots’.
Pohutukawa of La Coruña
Wellington: A pohutukawa tree in
Spain has stirred debate on whether
the Spanish were the first Europeans
to reach New Zealand ...
Sydney Morning Herald, September 22-23, 2001
Bark bearded, large as a mastodon, it
stands within its neat stone ring;
the pohutukawa at La Coruña, north western
Spain, capital of Galicia province,
(an early Celtic colony); memories growth five
hundred years back, holds secrets of
cartographers ornately in its curves; guessed
at trade routes branching Pacific latitudes,
El Dorado seen along the East coast
of Aotearoa - smoke moving behind olive
foliage off morning fires, smudged cove, inlet;
crowded pohutukawa bloom,
glowing with the first heat of iron that bleeds
heart-red, out into the rising daylight.
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