I heard an RNZ host,
probably in a Wellington studio,
describe the landscape of Christchurch
as battered and wrecked.
It brought to mind the image
of half-finished fish ‘n’ chips
bloodied with tomato sauce,
salt in its wounds, discarded,
begging from a curb-side
somewhere along Manchester Street
to be returned
to its previously convenient
hot and seductive
deep-fried
desirability.
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