THE MINE

He felt something beneath his foot
It was just then he knew
But as that sense dawned on his mind
That mine there went and blew

His manhood and his crotch were gone
As he slumped 'neath a tree
His mood seemed neither sad nor wan
For he just smiled at me

The stillness in the air seemed strange
The tumult went away
We talked a little in that place
His dying took all day

©Copyright November 11, 2004 by Trevor Morgan