Here among paperwork and trinkets,
your airman’s log and your dogtags,
is a bible, tiny and bound in blue.
You’d carried it to war and yet
you weren’t at all a believer, were you?
Once I asked you something,
I can’t think what, but you answered,
‘I’ve made my peace with death.’
You believed in love, your wife, dogs,
the weather, flowers of all types,
beauty, this world and what is in it.
But not an afterlife, never an afterlife,
dogtags: Australian military identification tags