Henry
I saw Henry fall.
Henry,
last living link back to Bismarck.
I saw him fall,
not in love,
but in life.
I could do nothing.
Henry,
I could not move to catch,
but there is no catch
or cure
for falling into life.
Henry,
in the house
held by generations
of kin,
you lay still,
breathing.
I had warning but not sufficient
to cushion,
cacoon your crash.
A tumble of body,
of time
of belief.
A library of encyclopaedias crashing to earth,
falling open at … Bismarck.
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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.
poetrytownsville 
Great poem, Phil. Your writing just keeps getting better and better.