27.            MORTAR

I could hear you thump
And observe your bomb leave
As it makes its final trip
That of light or plume,
Over a distant horizon.
Your feet can cover
Those behind a hill
Entrenched as Churchill
On a good D-day.

We hide ourselves
Near the staffs of war
And hope to be unseen
From a retaliating rebellion.
If it only was fireworks
The opposition can play
Without no lives to pay.