by Luke McGinty
Artwork by Alexa Gaffaney
These are my people,
dripping angry spiteful sleeping
squinting typing not-quite-screaming
hungry thirsty ‘lympic level
coffee drinkers.
These are my strangers,
huddled outcasts lonesome typing
honor rolling through the night and
fitful fighting for the right ta’
just pass out “Please?”
These are my soldiers,
wandr’ing eyes and hands that fumble
mouths that hang and minds that mumble
dying daily nobly (k)nightly
just to leave their mark.
Yo nice poem dog