Sitting patiently atop his tree camouflaged

against the enemy, the sniper waits.

For three days and three nights he has waited

to do his duty for Imperial Japan.

Along the trail walks the enemy. Alert and ready

but not looking up, for this is where the sniper is,

waiting, watching, ready right now.

Levelling his gun, he takes careful aim.

The Aussies swim into focus in his x10 telescopic sights.

Soon it is over as two fall dead, their comrades fleeing

as the Nippon terror strikes,

for he is the sniper, amongst Japan’s best,

taking his war to the enemy.



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◄ poems i read at Rochdale town hall march29



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nick armbrister

Mon 2nd Apr 2012 19:06

this is an early poem i wrote, not crafting words or sentences so thanx for the observation Yvonne. its not intended.

indeed Nick, it can be 3 movements, click, boom, dead.

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Yvonne Brunton

Fri 30th Mar 2012 20:17

A salutory warning that patriotism is not the perogative of one nation.
Almost a sonnet.
The gentle rhythm of the first two lines with long-vowelled, multi-syllabic words contrasts excellently with the short, sharp,snappy pace of the later phrasing:- 'as two fall dead', 'taking his war to the enemy'.
This technique reminds me of a line from french war poem from my youth:- 'He has two red holes in his right side' (Il a deux trous rouges au cote droit) It's a sonnet by Rimbaud 'Le Dormeur du Val' (inspired by the Franco-Prussin war I think)
Your poem reminded me of the stories of Japaneese soldiers stranded on small islands, who, unaware that the war had ended many years ago, were still defending the land for their country.I was kind of expecting an ending along those lines.

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Fri 30th Mar 2012 13:31

Wait - Ready - Aim - Fire - Dead and gone.
Ta muchly, Nick.

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