How about a new Anzac day?
One for those whose uniforms
Are overalls or smocks
Or fluorescent vests or cardboard hats
Or business casual and jeans on Friday
Who start so young and keen
And end up with empty eyes
Who do it for their children
Or other's expectations
Who are wearied by age
Who are expendable and forgotten
Who die slow and incrementally
Who have no medals
Just carriage clocks and asbestosis
Who cling to scraps of decency
Like old and worthless coins
How about a new Anzac day?
For the objectors and deserters
And others who are brave
