Six Poems

Known unto God

To you, your name also,
Did you think there was nothing but two or three
    pronunciations in the sound of your name?

– Walt Whitman



Boy on horseback,
boy on a bicycle, boy all the way
from Tolaga Bay

blown to bits in a minute.

*

Once I was small bones
in my mother’s body
just taking a nap.
Now my feet can’t find the sap.

*

In Devil’s Wood
I broke my leg and went beneath a tank.
Strange beast! Last thing I heard
was the guns all going, you know,
blankety-blankety-blank.
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