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The Burial Cave They told me not to go. It was wrong for a stranger To walk such hallowed soil. To mock such sacred rite: They told me not to take their only god To stifle him between black printed text. I laughed. Could land so warm Could a hole of ancient myth This my home Harm so strong a love? Being a gentleman, he said ‘You wait here, I'll go first.’ Green fern fronds Waved for him His last goodbye. I dined alone that night.

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Te Ao Hou, November 1964, Page 14

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86

The Burial Cave Te Ao Hou, November 1964, Page 14

The Burial Cave Te Ao Hou, November 1964, Page 14

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