Humping The Jungle

by Chapman Burgess

In my hands my rifle dwelled
While in my heart
Was Tuesday Weld.

Through rain and fear
Of night attack
She gleamed a little
In the black.

Around the corner
Of the very next stream
She swam along
As in a dream;

And once upon a starry night
She was a comet shining bright.
The mosquitoes itched
While their bellies swelled
And then sailed on off for Tuesday Weld.

C.E.Burgess(2006)