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 #30 

April
2014


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a poem by James Decay (1 of 2)

A PICTURE OF WHAT'S TO COME

Six of us
Were shackled
In the back
Of a prisoner transport van
Eyes wide
Like camera lenses
Recording
What would be
For some of us
The final scene
Of a free world

Yet
What held our attention
Wasn’t the woman
Driving next to us
With freckles
Sprinkled over
The bridge of her nose
And hair, long and red
Like a river of blood
Flowing over a
Cotton dress
Hiked around her waist
Exposing pale thighs

It was the cows
With numbers punched
Through their ears
Standing behind a section
Of barbed wire fence
Chewing cud
With indifference
Patiently waiting
For the cold kiss
Of a sledgehammer
Deliverance

© by James Decay
 
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