Return to Exile Returning on shipboard from an older land, Amoeba in his bowels, one travelling man Sees with gratitude the home coast rise, Lares et penates. No trumpet on the mountain. From Exile into exile he goes home. Secretly… Read More

Terry Locke (fair warning Terry, now I have found a decent site for New Zealand Poets I will raid your site with as much compunction as a pighunter has for trespass) says that this poem shows Baxter's profoundly misogynistic streak. And satire. I see the South Island family, in tragic bleakness.

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A Pair of Sandals A pair of sandals, old black pants And leather coat — I must go, my friends, Into the dark, the cold, the first beginning Where the ribs of the ancestor are the rafters Of a meeting house — windows broken And the floor… Read More