In the Eternal game was which doctor’s fame The glove of a OncelerThe face of old mateA blue flag at the gateOf what will house herIn Islam’s faith Were some words dreamed uponWell before being writtenAnd overtly denied ofBy those so smittenSeparating words of truth from reality bitten Thus they denied ofEvery opportunity long sung For her to marryTo whom she first would belongThey assumed she was wrong Until a Muslim she did becomeJust as theyAlso had dreamed ofYet refused to playInto their future stakes game While to old mate’s nameThe real sequences paidTo him thus biddenFor his own gameAs father of the children Yet that of the truth in sequenceHas he denied and maimedThe evidence in facts ofHow that blue flag cameRiding upon Islam’s fame So to the finger upIn that green gloveBlaming only its own shoveFaced behinds its enjoining withBe better if confessed of Yet that the flag plantedExists all the samePurchased in IslamIs that nobody can blameTo Allah the eternal game The Doctor and His Daughter Forged Is it true of every doctorOr only my own fatherI know ofThat his every motivationIn respect of me his daughterCan only have beenWhat not toDo and know or beThat I learned to sewThe seamOf everything uncleanFinding I hold togetherAs only it can be in the weatherHis own end unseenBut that see it we mustI believe and trustThat not for Heaven’s LoveCould he bear to have knownIt me who is willingTo hold his old boneFor eternally is knownHas his doctorhood long grownIn the Mythos of our people goodWas never any done throneBy love aloneYet bear well his tomeOf forebearance knownHis fall that of GloryThe only enabled in any storyFor what He choseWas belief only in that already knownAnd cause abidding has shownBy his faithThat for his loveEven criminals will takeTheir own in AllahIs the forbidden throne of EzraAcquitted to Jesus aloneBhyame thus knownBy each our ownEternal boneFor sunlightShines rightAt Earth so brightBy first the nightThe shayteen so traumatised mightThus realiseHis self survives their moonlightHis gift to meFatherly indeedThe askingThat we all remember HimThe self we have tornFrom him and thus allOur people’s causeThat Death so never boreAnd Seth is wellTo the coreFor the Cain fellMy own Father’s love boreIn his debt to me his daughterThat love forevermoreIn the water with allThe only causeAny of us ever fell forThis yourKnowledge forRemembrance evermoreNot one among usIs better Than the worst amongThere by all for oneAnd one for allBut yet the scoreThat one by oneWill we each our loveGet measuredAnd whomsoeverHad been forced Into the weatherOf hell’s courseMight never need to Since by forceNobody can causeWhat anybody else can rememberOf the Dreamtime’s houseThe bushland our country aboutWell remembered my father will be no doubtFor ever Eucalypt Marsupial and MonotremeTo toutNever withoutThe war forBut what else are Dad’s forIf not to remind us of the differenceBetween HumanityAnd the fauna and floraSo thank Heaven aboveFor Dad’s real touchThat unlike a pigPerhaps I sweat too much