Once soldier

Retired war plane, National Museum of Australia

Cast away: brother
in arms, galloping stallion,
now retired, showpiece.

Game of numbers

National War Memorial, Canberra

Bloody-red poppies,
power; it’s painful remains—
statistical loss.

All the world’s a stage

Zorba dancers, National Multicultural Festival, Canberra​
Zorba dancers, National Multicultural Festival, Canberra

Hop jump and step up,

shoulder to shoulder we move—

as dancers, soldiers.

And they fall

Spring in Canberra

As war mother’s tears
shedding, scattering plenty,
yet prettier, spring.

All’s well

Deafening thunder
shell storms asunder
cowers soldier

a night’s shelter
shatters the next
graveyard in its wake

all’s well, mama
in scrawny writing
announces the letter

flickering solace
for pining mother
a world away