846
ANZAC
day
in
a trench of rain
saluting
death
an
out-of-empire experience
the
day is local to us
otherwise,
how here?
shall
we nostalge a war then?
wrap
me in this flag of theirs
where
we believe we are
'emotional
and moving scenes'
was
this not upon us?
but
no!
it
comes again!
service
for sacrifice
for
just-like-Jesus
you
won't know who did
blood
in the trench
are
ghosts to drink
it
was for king and God
the
zombie limbless of us lost
ghosts
on the march
for
one more day
in
a week of rain
with
bugle
send
me a biscuit, that's all
breast
pocket bible
tobacco
tin
life
saved
who's
a statue now?
digger!
a
baptism!
it
was like this when a first sky fell
we
gathered the stars to be
there's
profit in this reverence
how
politics is left
across
the wide frontier
who
lost?
who
has a hundred years?
send
some George or a kangaroo
to
show we know you care
wounds
are well beyond the grave
takes
a minute the silence
then
let's pretend Australia
that
it's a common wealth
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