A stopwatch and an ordnance map. <br />At five a man fell to the ground <br />And the watch flew off his wrist <br />Like a moon struck from the earth <br />Marking a blank time that stares <br />On the tides of change beneath. <br />All under the olive trees. <br />A stopwatch and an ordnance map. <br />He stayed faithfully in that place <br />From his living comrade split <br />By dividers of the bullet <br />Opening wide the distances <br />Of his final loneliness. <br /> <br />All under the olive trees. <br />A stopwatch and an ordnance map. <br />And the bones are fixed at five <br />Under the moon's timelessness; <br />But another who lives on <br />Wears within his heart forever <br />Space split open by the bullet. <br />All under the olive trees.<br /><br />Stephen Spender<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stopwatch-and-an-ordnance-map/
