The Screamers - Poem by Stan Petrovich
The men who screamed the most had amputated legs;
The men who screamed the least had only bad haircuts;
The eyeless socket-men roared instead of wept.
The earless bloody-necked men shouted dully;
The armless twitching men sniffed the air;
The castrated men lay in total silence, peering off into space.
The official men in their prefabricated buildings
Toasted their savior with much vodka, straightening their uniforms,
Singing merrily into the delightful night.
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