Poem: Listening to AFFCO by the Skeptics on a Loop

A poem about New Zealand

There’s two national psyches to this
country, the one we want people

to know, and the one we can’t seem
to talk about. A lot of angry men, lost,

and the dirt piles up. Hurt, so they strike
out to hurt. This is our country’s

deep shame. This is the dark side
of All Black fame. There are two

national anthems for this country,
that sonorous nonsense they play

at the game. And the industrial
clatter that barks through my brain.