Colin F. Jones

ANZAC DAY, 2002

I am the Warrigal fleeing,
Into the vast wilderness of self,
Denying and not seeing,
The retardation of health.
They all marched with pride today,
Flags flying for the common wealth
But I, confused, stayed away,
On the fringe crawling with stealth,
Into shadows of contradictions,
Of echoes and fears,
Of failed predictions;
And these humiliating tears.
God bless them all; they are free,
And they walk taller than me.