Gary Jacobson

THERE’S NO GREATER FEELING THAN TO BE SHOT AT… AND MISSED

My foxhole buddy, Gary Powers
My foxhole buddy, Gary Powers
There’s no greater feeling~
Sending my soldier’s heart within me reeling
Exhilarating nerves jumping
Jangled skin prickling
Screaming blood pounding
Popping adrenaline pumping
Sensual wonderment heightening
Invigorating that frail life death bested
Triumphant alarm stimulating
Chilled apprehensions of shrieking fear alerting…

Than to be shot at ~ and missed
By God’s sweet supernal heavens kissed
By good luck and fortune blessed
To foil the poor aim of an enemy star-crossed
Yet shocked, I stand impressed
Wondering that a man with raw hatred possessed
Waits out there sorely pissed
Preoccupied with killing me obsessed
Wanting to reunite my soul by bullet caressed
With dust from whence I came below me crevassed.