Thursday, March 4, 2010


by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Counting heads
before I shoot,

all my victims
in the valley below,

I follow my orders,
my brainwash

swishing inside my head,
a parade somewhere

back home
knowing my name,

but they'll never know what I've done,
the pierced skulls I've created,

so many holes in my memory.

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