Tiare walks out onto the factory floor
the start of the shift is to answer the call
begin the day's work - the lift and the haul
women in steel-caps wear hi viz bright
wait for orders from machinery lights
arms lift full trays at machinery pace
tubes in the trays compete in the race
speed-up the through-put : step-up the pace
flexing of shoulders - releasing the tension
cracking of fingers - white bone in back tenses
the gleam and the cut of machinery clacks
the trickle of sweat on the brow, down the back
unload the trays : fill-up the racks
Tiare, they work at the cut and the gleam -
over their heads, the Frigate Bird screams
the women they work with their will and with care
their strength and their pride are the clothes that they wear
like the fragrant Tiare they wind through their hair
the measure of time is the bend and the lift
the 11th hour limp on the 12 hour shift.
the cry goes out cross the factory floor
"Tiare are leaving, they move to the door!"
and the blooms turn their face t'wards the warmth and
the light
the flowers turn their back 'gainst the dark of
the night
and the floor it did move,
and voices did rise
"Tofa Soifua. Goodnight and Goodbye".
Tiare stand straight their backs to the wall
Tiare stand strong when they answer the call
A voice that is One,
A voice that does rise
"Tofa Soifua. Goodnight and Goodbye".
Banks Ngariki