Nineteen years old
He lost his legs
A field of shard and wire
Trench and bunker
Bullets flying
Australians and Turks
Fighting
For what?
He won’t ever be able
To answer the question
Or waltz with Matilda
Again.
(Previously published in Poets4Peace, Nov.2000)
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