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No God, No Anarchist
Photograph Klaus Vyhnalek
Poem Lynn Roberts

Sit there with ease
and watch them die
in pairs
inches away from your feet.
Don’t say a word
or move your eyelashes
until the trigger goes off
to end their magnificent march.
What do you think you are:
God? Beast? Anarchist?
That soldier has you.
He’ll not stop
until your face is decomposed
and your testicles pierced.
Stretch out your hand,
stop that intractable killer
and be a dear part of this
beautiful world.