In a trench on the frontline <br />with a periscope, I survey <br />the no man’s land in front of me. <br />The moon is a hunter’s moon <br />where any movement is silhouetted <br />against the night sky. <br />I sit and watch <br />for the clouds across the moon <br />when we will get the orders <br />to climb over the top and charge <br />to meet the enemy eye to eye <br />never knowing if you are going to die. <br />You will if you are caught <br />under a hunter’s moon. <br /> <br /> <br />12 December 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunter-s-moon-2/
