The tough men pulled the hot train track rails and the river stones into the deep black blank hole. The men's faces dripped bucket loads of sweat as they lifted the crates of food into the hole.The cabbage leaves leaked water like the mens faces.
I glared into the hangi. My eyes fluttered from the ash. The smoke rose. The sun fell through. The embers flickered and flared like the Matariki stars times ten. As the rags dived onto the pit they sizzled until they looked like an old prune.
As I walked away I wondered how long the train tracks and the river stones would last.
As I walked away I wondered how long the train tracks and the river stones would last.