Consider this my application
for the Anzac Centenary Arts and Culture Fund.
The weight of a bullet
(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,
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 -