Hello yes?

Consider this my application

for the Anzac Centenary Arts and Culture Fund.

The weight of a bullet

(.303 standard):

12 grams.

Estimating conservatively

(and we must estimate conservatively)

and assuming one bullet per man,

I shall require 1.36 tonnes of lead

priced at at $2,226 per tonne

by the World Bank,

(and I trust the World Bank,

especially where it comes

to the dispensation of lead)

totalling a modest sum of $3,028.

Are you with me so far?

With one bullet for each

Englishman, Irishman, Welshman, Scot,

Indian, Frenchman, Canadian,

Armenian, Turk,

who all lent such pageantry

to our national legend's birth

and were good sports considering,

I shall traverse the Dardanelles,

get lost, garble my directions

and stumble onto some beach

where, with great pomp

and all the weighty splendour

such occasions deserve,

I shall feed each of my

One hundred and thirteen thousand, three hundred and fifty

bullets to a life-size replica

of Simpson's Mother-Fucking Donkey.

I believe I'm demonstrating growth in my practice

and interrogating post-colonial praxis

vis-a-vis the lived experiences of -

Hello?