I came to Fromelles.
Not
by intention
but strange discordant cords drew the sinews till they groaned, grew thin and wailed within
me.
Signs warned:
Attention....
They could not forestall our long foretold journey, those portentous coincidences that led me finally to
this.
Gravity ensured
our un4wheeledDrived Peugeot slew through sticking mud, the no man's land peopled by allies
by foes.
All made mates now
by the levelling communion the soil-enriching solution of de com pos i tion ing.
The uniformed rep symbol of home's undying concern that one of our own had fortuitously
appeared.
Held something
in his hand
an unearthed relic a sacred half-host-shaped something he swum before eyes both human
and Reuter-sent.
I would have touched it
to my lips
had I been allowed to
the red-crusted scrap of bayoneted rays rising-sun-proof that a Southern Cross
son
lay
here.
'I Was Only Nineteen': http://youtu.be/SrXxACZRx30 by Redgum.
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