Airport Lounge Remembrance
after Wilfred Owen’s Send Off
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,
they pass us by
in airport lounges, off to foreign hells.
Their camouflage no more dispels
the seeking eye,
so common to our life they fade in sight.
They come and go
like fatigued FIFO workers day and night;
partners waiting for their safe return, might
be the only show.
No protest march, no ticker tape parade.
For some silence.
Slow news days provoke a story; cliched
right down to myth and mateship. A charade
at their expense.
A death will drop the flag to half mast.
To suit their cause,
politicians evoke conflict a century past.
We'll dredge up some connection, eyes downcast.
Some will pause
And think of airport lounges, passers by,
a few, too few, will remember why.
– S. B. Wright
Fields of France
Wind turbines, frozen
in unnatural poses
like grotesque giant scarecrows,
limb-flukes pointing to the earth,
the sky, like dislocated wings
that jut and gesture incoherently:
nightmares of a mutant army
rising from the mire.
Flat fields as far
as eyes can see –
the fertile, verdant
fields of France,
that must dissolve
to viscous mud in winter,
as they did back then,
sucking in the wretched
men in uniform,
war horses, pain; feasting
on the corpses of the slain.
Marnay-sur-Seine, March 25, 2015
– Jena Woodhouse
for Lieutenant Michael Malone,
shot in Dublin in his home on Anzac Day 1916
When you see the Guinness boiler-barrel rolling along,
Masquerading as something armoured and strong,
It is not difficult to know
That desperation always masks a bravado show.
Easter ushers a new birth,
Sadly, always after death;
Here death won Michael Malone
Shot in his home all alone.
I was silenced by the shadowed plaque on the wall,
It’s only now I can engage in a puny recall.
Here we, too, remember the red, white and blue,
As we had once danced to that tune too,
As our bodies rolled into the Turkish turf,
Shot down riding a distant, different surf.
– Peter Gebhardt
S. B. Wright is a poet, book reviewer and podcast producer who blogs at Words Poetical.
Jena Woodhouse has two novels published by Ginninderra Press.
Peter Gebhardt is a retired judge and school principal.