James Phillip McAuley

(12 October 1917 – 15 October 1976 / Lakemba, New South Wales)

Pieta - Poem by James Phillip McAuley

A year ago you came
Early into the light.
You lived a day and night,
Then died; no one to blame.

Once only, with one hand,
Your mother in farewell
Touched you. I cannot tell,
I cannot understand

A thing so dark and deep,
So physical a loss:
One touch, and that was all

She had of you to keep.
Clean wounds, but terrible,
Are those made with the Cross.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2012



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