Improvisation On a Landmine
your frightened sense is enough,
valor-wrapped
in braincell’s guts,
and this
because -
(two clicks watch)
one
man just went; and
I have drenched
your two dry sentries'
arteries
in a blood-shot tide.
precious rises
time and pressure
presses the vena cava;
will you split-run
at zero hours,
or lie alive,
(save one pump)
and bunk with
penitence?
Copyright © Andrew Gallagher | Year Posted 2009
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