The Saboteur

Sonnet 11
Christopher Bogart

A canopy of leaves obscure the light.
The jungle’s undergrowth shred his fatigue.
The only right he knows now is to fight
A fight that always brings him to his knees.
He trudges through the jungle day by day,
Slashing at the forest with his knife,
To forge a path that leads him on his way
To fight the force that’s threatening his life.
He carries all his weapons. His defense,
The well-worn maps he uses to retreat.
These tactics that have made so little sense
Forever will insure his sound defeat.
When victory appears before his eyes,
The saboteur knows how to blow the prize.