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By Jack Joseph Smith
Introduction
The Fijian gods!
Not structure'd to the stone classic;
Nor symbols by which to build a Kingdom,
Wonder rather, they
are a scroll to nature:
Heir the voices of the island protectors,
They speak with the wisdom of the wind,
They do not joggle with phrases of their
eternity, potentially, but rather announce
the glory of life in defense through the
sources of nature.
There speech is not of the suggestive pitch
in reach of the supposed eligant Athen;
it is in the thunder of storm, or soft in
stroke over the freshness of yellow
harvest in bend.
And now through film they speak to you,
outside of the native thing that bore them
to the image of life...