B-movie Bodies

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Hurry up and wait,
she laughed it,
with her American beauty,
re-cast in the shadows,
there, where we stand,
bodies, on this lot,

in that temporary corral
of trailersĀ (for us,
and other night visitors,
short-term residents
of this burger-wafted
camp of strangers),

allĀ at the mercy
of radioed instruction,
by mere children
on walkie-talkies,
also squawked at,
by a body-count director.

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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