Not quite poetry for Special_Trille

[samvara]

Two thousand feet above Scotland a tail gunner in a crippled British bomber tears off his burning parachute and clothes and leaps in panic from the airborne inferno. Plummeting naked through the night he thinks he is about to die.

He lands on a deep drift of powdery snow which has settled on some fine spruces. This cushions his fall and he drops through it onto a shingle roof which collapses under him. And finally he lands safely and softly on a thick, warm, eiderdown on a large bed beside a beautiful woman in a nightgown.

At that moment the womans' husband enters the room with a cup of steaming coca and in a sudden jealous rage flings the scalding beverage over the naked airman.

The gunner is reunited with his crew in the burns ward of a London hospital.

MORAL: God punishes those who survive too extravagantly.

Leunig