Clean Sweep

by | Aug 15, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

Step gently when your life’s on line
Beware such earth unspoiled
It may be nought or deadly mine
Where enemy has toiled
Make hovered sweeps by arc of hand
Then prod thy dibber true
Such things unearthed beneath the sand
Could be the death of you
Clear a route ahead for all
Advance with senses primed
Take note of signs however small
One errant move, may blow your mind
No thoughts of home allowed just now
No dreams of future tense
You’ve walked this walk before somehow
Yet still it fails to make much sense


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