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The purity of my youth sucked up the Anzac legends

glowing from the sepia-toned photographs on

Grandfather's wall. Images of honourable

men-at-arms with drawn sabres and lemon-squeezer

hats upon the plains of Palestine. My boyhood eye

sensed the magic lines of history and the bloody birthing

of our nation in the glorious annals of war ....

Remember us marching away to duty for our country

and the many faces of democracy, to dark places

upon the earth which we shall know. The fiery

crucible of war is without morality and in our coming home it

is with the hope that you may

understand the agony reflected in the eyes

of your prodigal sons . At the going down of the sun, and

(excerpt from John Moller's "Metamorphosis")

THE FOURTH HORSEMAN

I did not recognise him at first
as he galloped across the fields
of all nations, amongst the thunder
and circumstance of war.
But then he turned his face
and the full fury of the light
from his eyes fell down upon all life.
There was no glory in it nor the
rotten stench of battles of old.
There is a new detrius now upon
the skin of earth. Strange shambles
humming in unheard sound and decay
and calling for mercy and an end to
it to the fartherest place of the
stars.
Yes I knew him then as he turned the
awfulness of his rotten face upon mankind.
It was he the greatest jester of them all.
The shape shifter of light and substance.

The fourth horseman had finally come
as it was written and foretold in the
womb place of the cosmos.

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