The Aussie Baseball Bat
You steal from me
a hundred years
of hard fought rights
and you've got the balls
to think
on election day
I'm gunna turn the other cheek
and not throw you bums
out in the street.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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The Cut
Proponents
of ritual circumcision
dress it up
as a health or religious issue
instead of the penile mutilation of boys
an issue of child abuse
as is the genital mutilation of girls.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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The Beacon On The Hill
The beacon
welcomes incoming
and farewells outgoing planes
on the other side
of the valley
patients arrive at the hospice
by ambulance
and too soon
leave their earthly bodies
behind.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Deceived
Blinded by power
The noise and thunder
Of strikes far away
Masks the creeping fallout
From the gaping crevasses
They crawl or fly
Relentless in their onslaught
On weakening defences.
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Gallipoli
That last Saturday
in September
the first Tuesday
in November
The Last Post
as dawn breaks
over St Kilda Road
the roar at the 'G
the pounding hooves
at Flemington
proudly Australian.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Invisible The Dust
Minute the spectrum
invisible the dust
tears of fallen heroes
encased within the walls
of constellations
staring fixedly from the skies
skeletons of dreams
easily hidden by the light.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Evolution
All the negatives
overcome the primate
raging at his impotance
wields the rock
exerts his power
crushing the skulls
of those closest to hand
his flannel suit
drenched in sweat and blood.
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The Shearer
The helplessness
of old age
the shearer
cutting the dags
from the sheep
freeing them from wool
encrusted with fly-blown shit
and maggots
got crossed in my mind
with my father's dementia.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Void
And in the darkness
Was a void
To fill
With all the fantasies
In the world
And still have space
For the depth
Of degradation
A bottomless pit
Of our imagination
A joyless ride
To nowhere.
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The Eureka Stockade
The Bard stopped at Footscray
on the road to Ballarat
researching The Eureka Stockade
imagined the boys
manning the barricades
police bullets flying
hoisting the Southern Cross
and dying.
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