Je Touché Moi ©

We had just Left Camilla Creek House and were on our way to Darwin and Goosegreen. Crossing Coronation Point, an enemy machine gunner seemed to have a personal vendetta against me. Fortunately, he missed!

Jim (Jock) Love
Stonehenge, England
2001

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.