B i l l C h r i s t o p h e r s e n
The clinic's gone--three
mercy itself the
killers' target. A
rogue brigade? Come on. A Marxist
cell? What kind of history is fulfilled
when guardsmen mutilate
mail extremities to a
shake the sleep from
your eyes, muster up!
The broken bodies bloat
in the sun.
Bill Christophersen's poems have recently appeared, or are shortly to appear, in Hanging
Loose, Innisfree Poetry Journal, Light Quarterly, Potomac Review, Rhino, Sierra
Nevada Review, Tampa Review and Yale Review. He lives in New York City and plays