JE TOUCHE MOI

Death passed me by,
but he touched my soul.

While his scythe of fiery lead,
cut a swathe through the pre-morn light.

Bony fingers plucked holes in mortal flesh,
To quench the reaper's thirst.

He passed me by,
This time.

©Copyright November 23, 2001 by James McE. Love

Author’s Note: After landing in the Falklands, we travelled from Blue Beach 2, up and over the Sussex Mountains, down to Camilla Creek House, up through Burnside House, then down along to Corination Point and Darwin Hill, and ended up at GooseGreen. Crossing Corination Point, an enemy machine gunner seemed to have a personal vendetta against me. Fortunately he missed.