Singing children:
School platoon on the march,
shepherded carefully
by the harbourside
to Te Papa.
I listen
to the song
of this wiggly taniwha
telling of the cicadas
lost to the night
… and Parihaka.
Tara ra ta ki ta ki ta
Tara ra ta ki ta ki ta
Stumbling-bumping,
kerfuffle-shuffling
clumsily-queuing:
chanting their haka.
Nga tamariki e waiata
ana i te Tātarakihi
The children
and their song
about the cicada.
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