They

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.)

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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.
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3 Responses to They

  1. Priti's avatar Priti says:

    They are beasts in human look.☺🌹well written thank you.

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