god’s puppets

gods puppets

Love stolen

seconds

Sweat laden

moments

Breathing bubble

love

We don’t

own it

Touch tender

minutes

Hand holding

days

Whisperings of

feelings

Love frenzied

craze

© Kait King, 2015

Blood Bright

Blood bright 2, blood

Blood bright

and sharp

as a knife

Twisted as

a hemp rope

Gettin’ into

my life

Deep, dark

whisper

coarse as a

saw

Asking me

to write evil

out

more, more….

more

© Kait King, 2015

Lest Someone Forgets

Why won’t you sing our song
We sing yours over here
Why don’t you whisper
our fallen’s names
Or don’t you really care
If blood alone had been spilt
Could you tell that blood apart
Or perhaps without the body
You could tell the difference
in their hearts
Why won’t you sing our Kiwi song
They fought as brothers in arms
They all fell in the same stinking hell
They deserve a name whispered
in the calm
For the fallen ANZAC soldiers of New Zealand, who’s song (national anthem) is not sung in Australia. We recognise and sing the Australian anthem for all of them when we celebrate ANZAC day over here. They were “brothers in arms” after all. C’mon Australia – do the right thing.
© Kait King, 2015