scatter my ashes on the banks of the Waipa
on the nor'eastern bank going south against the flow
from the point at Wahiangarua to the little reserve at the edge of town on Whatawhata rd,with the struggling Titoki,the cut up stolen ute and where someone dumped a whole trailor load of dog shit

son scatter my ashes on the bank of the Waipa

not in it, it's dirty enough,laden as it is with runoff from Te Kuiti north
hiding inunga, tuna, mullet, not so aptly named fresh water mussels and thousands of mankinds sins

please scatter my ashes on the bank of the Waipa

scatter them there and i'll fight the barstards, the evil suffocating hordes
i'll fight them from the inside out, from the ground up
i'll damage the roots of the convolvulus and the honeysuckle letting in pathogens and the sun will do the rest
then i'll merge with the molecules of the woolly nightshade and vibrate them at at the speed of light till any volitiles they contain spontaneously combust in a flaming climax worthy of some democratic protestant subversives
the small privets i'll leave as they eventually become homes for multitudes of weta, but the big ones i'll have to ring bark or something, i don't know i haven't got a plan,you might have to cut them

so boys scatter my ashes on the bank of the Waipa

and the native trees can struggle on for another year of malnourished growth in the barren pumice sand mixture deposited by the last king country deluge
[and don't forget to visit]
[bring beer]
[love use]