shortform
Learn more about other poetry terms
Forward march, hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4 look at the small soldiers go.
Hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4, tears on the face drip slow
Hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4, their parents are dead and gone
the audiotape
sits on my shelf
separated
from the rest,
that little
torture device
you slipped into
my luggage–
a whir, click:
voices of people
i no longer know
