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Don’t Move the Mouse by Ray Stearn

Don’t Move the Mouse

 

Sharing this dugout with me

Is the mouse, beautiful, small,

Still, limp, lifeless, dead.

Oh! Don’t move the mouse

For she has my soul

Contained within her.

Short days ago she lived as I lived,

Ate my food with me,

Slept when I slept.

Cowered with me when the shells exploded.

Friend, confidante, comrade.

Now dead.

So please

Don’t move the mouse

 

© Ray Stearn 18th November 2020

The Gunner by Eileen Earnshaw

 

The Gunner.

 

Below, the terrain, an intricate pattern

Square on square to the distant hills.

latitude, longitude, marked on a graph

a mint new morning in a sun blessed land.

 

A red dot indicates target locked on.

White noise and a steadying hum,

below, a wild and wanton flowering

eats the air and vomits smoke.

 

A target reached, a bomb released

duty to queen and country done

the gunner moves his index finger

a red dot indicates target locked on.

 

 

© Eileen Earnshaw     2020.