Bring Out The Dead Poem by Thomas Cornfield

Bring Out The Dead
By Thomas William Cornfield

Mighty, mighty, mighty.
Strike the essence of innocence.
Stone age, stone age, stone age.
Send them back to it! ! ! !
Where they already are.
Big bombs, big bombs, big bombs.
Point them at everyone.
Bring out the dead.
They don't care anymore.
Heep them in big, big piles.
For all the justified, justice smiles.
As for me.
I'll take a pack of Marlboro
Milds.