The poets were lined up against the <br />Classroom wall <br />Shot through with trees and flowers and <br />Magpies in spring. <br />The poor students <br />Skulls pounding with the noise of the <br />Outside world <br />Did their duty with dispatch <br />Though bloody fingers <br />Could barely pull the trigger. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in The Hold, May 2003)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-even-a-last-cigarette/
