Everywhere Is No Man's Land
ARMOUR, RICHARD
EVERYWHERE IS NO MAN'S LAND Amidst my dreams I hear the whistle Of Russia's new ballistic missile And wake (I did not think I'd waken) With sweat upon my brow, and shaken. But we've a missile, too,...
...But we've a missile, too, I hear, Which will be ready any year, So if the Russians overshoot me (A thing which, I confess, would suit me), Our own, by maladjustment or Malfunction as it starts to soar, Not getting -where it's meant to sail to Might do what other missiles fail to...
...Richard Armour...
Vol. 40 • September 1957 • No. 38
