Laurence Overmire

Not Even A Last Cigarette - Poem by Laurence Overmire

The poets were lined up against the
Classroom wall
Shot through with trees and flowers and
Magpies in spring.
The poor students
Skulls pounding with the noise of the
Outside world
Did their duty with dispatch
Though bloody fingers
Could barely pull the trigger.

(Previously published in The Hold, May 2003)

Comments about Not Even A Last Cigarette by Laurence Overmire

  • Mark Nwagwu (4/9/2008 10:58:00 AM)

    deep meaning - poetry squeezes out the blood of the spirit (Report) Reply

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  • (4/9/2008 10:49:00 AM)

    great stuff, I'm picturing a mixture of a poetry writing and a firing squad haha (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2008

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