Miles Away
aaafrom
Poems for a Dead Father
I remember my feet
on the cold kitchen lino
that morning
aaaa
teenager with
bumfluff & pimples
aaai
was leaning over
the kitchen table
aaamost
of its red & white
marbled laminex top
covered in the morning
newspaper
as i stood above it all
aaai
read there was a war
in the jungles of Vietnam
aaa&
they were sending Aussies
Vietnam I thought
aaaVietnam
. . .
where the hell is Vietnam
& i found The Jacaranda Atlas
from school
aaaVietnamaaai
kept thinking -
it must be next to Queensland
aaabut
it wasn't
it took a while but i did
find it
aaait
was on page 75 -
& it was miles away
as i stared at the map
aaai
thought about the madness
the old man lived with
aaa&
how he served
in the Middle East
& i thought about the madness
uncle Bronte lived with
aaa&
how he served
in New Guinea
& i thought about the madness
cousin Neville lived with
aaa&
how he served
in Korea
Vietnamaaai
thought
aaaVietnam
. . .
& i knew then
aaaknew
then i was going -
nowhere.
this
poem is discussed in the study guide to Poems for a Dead Father
