Not Even A Last Cigarette - Poem by Laurence Overmire
The poets were lined up against the
Shot through with trees and flowers and
Magpies in spring.
The poor students
Skulls pounding with the noise of the
Did their duty with dispatch
Though bloody fingers
Could barely pull the trigger.
(Previously published in The Hold, May 2003)
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