Un I'M Por Tent Poem by Walter Burns

Un I'M Por Tent



un i'm
por tent
non gone, left
with picket
fences
bombed
out houses.
memories-
how I matter
a name on page
before anyone cares
I'm dead
and they'll say,
'What a queer look
they had back then.'

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Walter Burns

Walter Burns

Washington D.C.
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