Anzac Day
“Anzac Day, it happened this way”.
I remember her now, every Anzac Day,
a sacred day I cannot. celebrate.
She was his wife, only seventeen.
He was just 19, their lives had just begun,
She jumped into his grave,
She kept screaming out his name,
She hugged his coffin and wouldn’t let go,
They pulled her out, screaming in pain.
She screamed, I’ll love you…forever.
As we pulled the trigger and fired, time and again.
She jumped into his grave, screaming out his name,
She hugged his coffin and wouldn’t let go,
They pulled her off his coffin, screaming in pain.
She screamed, I’ll love you…forever, I’ll never let go.
As we pulled the trigger, and fired time again.
He died in agony, blood, guts, gore.
He died for politicians’ egos, and lies, he
died in agony, in pain, screaming,
begging Jesus, and calling her name.
I've lost my religion, a religion called war.
The Army gave him a number,
and took away his name.
The padre spoke the eulogy.
I baptized him, I married him. Now, I must bury him.
I cannot imagine her pain.
But we all loved Jesus?
as we loaded our rifles, and it started to rain.
and fired into the air, time and time again.
she screamed in terror and cried out in pain.
I'm such an asshole I can’t remember his name.
After the service, the mourners had gone.
But still,
She laid on his grave digging away, screaming,
I’ll love you…forever, I’ll never let go.
• This is non-fiction it happened that way.
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