Viva Poem by Pierre Rausch

Neither Side of the Pistols aim seems worth
Always you, always you
Push the gun home, that divine servant
I really could not do this again
Viva
In seconds to red
Seconds that ignite that high water lie
Always friendly, always you
On the red ridge of turf, of viva
Viva, Viva
Either side of the Pistol /Aim/ seem(s) worth
Always you, always you
Push the gun home, that divine servant
I really could not do this again