Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Tiger! – Tamel!
Pre-dawn raid
Shooting shouting running
Chasing bullets through shattered glass
Refuge in the trees…

Sweet quiet smell
Of summer earth...
Lying on our bellies
In our best white shirts

Gentle whispers
Phut.... phut
Of Unseen bullets
Striking nearby

Children clutched at my side
Phut.... phut
In this strange game
That seems less real
Than I could ever imagine

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