Improvisation on a landmine

Written by: Andrew Gallagher

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?