death in war and final binges

heroes torn or clasp syringes

death of a son of a sudden

impinges

precedents order

common war

some lay down

others score

when the war is over thank you

many boys come home as men

shoulder to shoulder breadth and tension

tell me of him once again

intravenous

far too often

parish terms

can seek to soften

horror of the dreaded siren

years of tears may now attend

the epic now outweighs the byron

as peace encases trauma end

murder

for mother

not sequential

murder

for father

out of time

premeditate

a cruel murder

damp it down

to hardly crime

I did not know

what I was doing

I know it now

I'm really sane

no matter what

my rhyme or reason

your son I'll never

kill again

copyright bob tatnell 2004

australia's most badly singhed poet