Evacuation Plan Poem by Stephen Bennett The Playjurist

When you hear,
By ones count! You see
man one
whip head right, shout
One! Man two
head left, hearing one's shout:
hears one thinks two
shouts right
to three. Hearing two
passes three
to four then five
then you.
And everybody counts
and runs double time
by the numbers
through the door,
down the stairs,
down the street.
No talk. Don't walk.
Lift your feet.
Keep a beat.
And Go. Go. Go.
Go on down the street
through the town,
to the field,
through the grass
to the trees.
Feel the breeze.
Drop down.
Hit the ground,
slide your butt
out of sight.
Keep still.
Don't think 'til the night,
and listen
for my call.
Keep your stuff
in the pack,
but if you never hear my call,
don't you ever come back.