You hold the holocaust in your hand,
sing mountains
remove,
but they remain,
defiant,
defiled.
You rap on gentile heart,
boast a crucifix
uncrossed.
In rags and tatters
you moan
of salvation sought through word.
Wander through image,
mesmerised
by light and lack of hair.
Struggle to reach,
but never tire
or try.
Buy/borrow/steal
an Amen
as though it were
a brand,
a tag,
an ending,
PRETENDING.
Subtle as icy wind
you winnow images,
icons from charf,
display like trophies,
PRIZES DUE.
Never wanting to steal
nor stash
but needing too.
so doing.
Such are the songs unsung.
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I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
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