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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, February 1, 2024
would you like a cigarette before you go?
i like
the generosity of the captain
leading
the firing squad,
rifles aimed
at the poor man's heart.
asking the prisoner
if he'd like
a cigarette before dying,
or to say a few words
before the guns
go off.
how kind we can
be as humans,
sometimes.
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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