Farewell to an Enemy

Farewell, noble sir,
Where are your friends?
Let them all see you
Standing over Waiwhetu.
Bare your lips, sir.
Well may you grin,
But be careful, lest your feel
Bring you back too soon.
I have no more blood
For you to drink.
I am done, I can no longer
Honour your great name.
Would this cooking-stone
Were your brain—
I would eat it,
And it would taste good, sir.
Who will mourn
Who will sing your fame
To the world?
Perhaps the mist that sits
on Tirohanga,
Perhaps the mist
Gathering on Kaihinu.
Yes. Better leave it at that. sir.