Claudia Serea
Photo: Rhys Asplundh
I follow orders
to hit/
push/
shove/
those who couldn’t
possibly be
my mother/
brother/
father.
I pluck and gather
men and women
at gunpoint,
tulips of tears.
I squeeze the trigger
gently, gently
but their bodies
aren’t worth
my bullets.
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