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Monday, May 24, 2010

Poem #3 - Michael O'Leary

Irony and Impressionism in the Twenty-first Century
(for Harvey and Carmen)

The full facial moko, designed to provoke
Fear and loathing in ordinary folk
Really covered up the sorrow and hurt
That you carried inside from your birth

The big, muscled body, tats and patch
Told a tale to the world, don’t scratch
Beneath the surface of this Mongrel
This impression that all is not well

When a person’s wairua is lonely, sad
They often join a Mob that is bad
Not the Monet Mob of soft images
But the one that outwardly outrages

After all these years to see you on a dialysis machine
Your moko now shows aroha, your eyes are serene

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