Platoon Of Bullets Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Platoon Of Bullets



What am I doing here.
She and the others just fall.
Into the line of bullets.

Some of the others
they seem to hide
in front of the barrel.

In a platoon full of woman.
But I'm not.
Through the slats I look up.

Where most,
are uniform in size.
The rest of the pie is hot.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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