The Fallen ANZAC

• Meg Mccallum, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2008

I pinch my leg as not to cry
The tears swell anyway
I force them back and think “why?”
Why did you leave me, why’d you go away?

I take the face of just another mourner
I know you suffered, your death, bittersweet
Family in your corner
Flowers on your seat

As the preacher quotes the heavenly Paul
I try to swallow me grief, that poisonous potion
The song plays on. Our spirits rise and fall
A mad rollercoaster of emotion

My hero, gone in the blink of an eye
Remember his stubbornness, his talent of causing strife
Hold you glass up high
Celebrate his life