War Pigeon

Fly
From our metal bunker
Where we might just
Be doomed to die

A message on your leg
You know to spread your wings
And glide
Over the hurt and gunfire

Away from us, to far away
To our artillery batteries
With the message of
“Fire away”

Coordinates drawn
Angles vectored
And they do fire
Will you return to find

A bunker untaken?

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