I laughed at first I did
not know what I was looking at
a bunch of bodies bending over
a pyramid of tumbling
They call me bulls-eye they call me traitor
the pictures were taken
the pictures I gave them
now they are everywhere and I
can’t go home again
They call me walking dead call me waking night
I dream they stand on naked
boxes again they back on each other’s
backs again they bloody mouth from flinch
of dogs they hands on sandbagged heads
call me talking dead call me waking eye
I gun to sleep again I closet night
no sleep but I would give them up again
I close exposed I wake and listen
I would give them up again