James Phillip Mcauley Voice Poems
- 1. Because
My father and my mother never quarrelled.
They were united in a kind of love
As daily as the Sydney Morning Herald,
Rather than like the eagle or the dove.
- 2. Meanwhile, In Another Part Of The War
On the street of the concrete refugee tenements
That have collapsed into the smoking holes
The Israeli rockets blew open at dawnâ??s early light,
The sundered limbs and torsos of a Jenin family