Kokoda Track

• Talei MacBeth, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2012

The stick warm blood of lifeless corpses stain the forest of red.
A fog of decay and despair pollutes the air.
Foreign languages confuses both sides with what’s heard or said.
Reconnaissance troops use special signals when it’s clear.
Tasteless rations scoffed down by hungry mouths.
Shocks fro bombs, punctures from guns make it seem worthless.
Skulking behind the foliage like rabbits on the ground.
At least the Allies efforts kept Australia from distress.