Mortars

The thick mud under boot
spread, trousers sloshing in
gun upraised, no man’s land ahead
turned back briefly, balked
the soloist singing ahead
as the pitch changed, red-faced
blood spattered heroic, he suspended
his disbelief as the mortars
calculated the range.

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