Hey Shine

Hey Shine,
Don’t light that
wick
They’ll hear smells coming whiff shit
This, so swift
ripping glocks through
Auschwitz
floorboards
Bread built the bridge
Gun powder
strips
bodies of memory and
taste, now we scurry to the silver
that old familiar
trap as
rats do
Little branded
mouse- let’s hope they never
catch you.










(c)Paul LaTorre 2010