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Citizen is a term for the count.
Human beings just being don’t count
Afternoons are gone. What is a nap?
I ready myself to make music,
but I know it’s already a war.
I thought songs of peace were worth a life.
My life is needed in the deep ranks.
We’ve grown to knowing how much terror
is too much terror. We’re way past it.
Author
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DemareeDarren C. Demaree’s poems have appeared or are scheduled to appear in numerous journals, including Hotel Amerika, Diode, North American Review, New Letters, Diagram, and Colorado Review. He has published thirteen collections of poetry, most recently So Clearly Beautiful (Adelaide Books, 2019). He lives in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.
