Landmine Catharsis

Treading ever more lightly
Each step and stride
Purposefully made
Half steps withdrawn,
Placed more to either side.

The danger lurks,
neath every stone or sandy knoll.
Even stationary, quiet and still,
An unseen tides work its' deeds,
setting you up for that step that kills.

Finally, 
the odds catch up.
From beneath, a fiery blast.
Ripping lungs from chest,
Head from limbs,
Leaving only the heart,
Lying on the dirt,
In the bottom of the pit.

To beat it's last.

© Dave Lawson, 2004

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