anzac ritual

from crunching darkness

washed hands smell

i lunge, into the light

i take 6 steps

till im there glowing

but not quite handsome

ancestral stains

remarks of heavy baggage

is why thus revealed

a theophany

blood strain

i reach the end

do i drop off

or do i steal the light

herodotus answers in a slight

history

being a cyclical type

i stand on the edge of my drive

in qurantine to show you

how im fine

and fine is how weve been

along the powerlines some dark ocean

i can hear the soldiers smile

son,please put down your weapon