They were Strange Men
They entered our village
no explanation offered
began killing
They believed their officers
we were sub-human
not worthy of remark
They were from some legion
left no one
to carry the dead
(For this week’s Weekend Writing Prompt and Living Poetry Prompt.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
They are beasts in human look.☺🌹well written thank you.
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I fear we may all be beasts in human clothes. Let’s try to do better. Thanks for reading!
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My pleasure 🌹💓💖☺God bless you
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