SIRE.

Tash had a hook on the end
Of his wrist where a hand
Used to live before being
Lost in The First World War.

He’d sit on his step and
Frighten the kids with it, as
Liza would gather up Charlie,
George, Ev, Rhoda and Kaizer,

And sweet little Ruth
Would look up to her
Brothers with such love
In her heart as to weep.

Hollands and Butteralls
And wedding processions,
And farrows and funerals
Controlling the stock,

Spreading their feet by the
New poppy fields which have
Witnessed their ways to
The ends of the Earth.