How it must feel
to be shot
in the back
of the head,
left to the street,
gone to the news,
dear sentinel,
you will be
recorded
by a few
then forgot
by thousands.
A Slush-Journal of Poetry and Translation
How it must feel
to be shot
in the back
of the head,
left to the street,
gone to the news,
dear sentinel,
you will be
recorded
by a few
then forgot
by thousands.
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