War, this is what its good for.

What thoughts do you entertain?
Are they of the lovers asleep in the sand?
Tin helmets with love-letters hidden inside?
Turkish baths with smooth boy attendants?
Dates and rice and coffee and scented tobacco?
What dreams help pass the time?
Ones of puberty in dams, naked and hard?
Alone in sheds tasting your own stain?
Being picked up by the casually dressed man?
Taken to the horse paddock for your first time?
What music reminds you of the passion?
The beat of the ocean as the ships land at dawn?
The rhythm of the waves as you embrace in the water?
The lonely waltz after the radio announcement?
The melody of the heart as you advance inch by inch?
What thought calms the terror of the nightmare?
The reality of love that was and will be?
The knowledge you lived to know the taste of love?
That you are making a mistake so others don't have to?
That the idea of love is the only thing can start and stop crimes of hate?
And now you and your ANZAC mates are together on a hill
Richer and more powerful than I will ever be
You dedicated your life to love
You dedicated your life to thought
You dedicated your life to the ultimate
Mehmet and Johnny, together forever....

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