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Driving through Taupiri,
too fast…
coz a highway runs through,
and I’m on the way somewhere else.
The cemetery’s on the left,
and I have to slow down…
coz of the corner.
Some mongrel mobsters
cross the road –
on their way to pay respects.
I check the car door –
make sure it’s locked…
coz I’m a bit scared:
my white face suggests
I’m in another kind of gang.
But that’s only the outside world.
Inside I sing a waiata:
words I don’t understand,
but feel enough
to break my body to pieces.
One day…
those pieces will be
part of this place,
and people will feel my waiata
As they drive through.