The Interrogators

Our shadows visit at night
on occasion one will linger on
especially so for the young.
The young man’s interrogators
force his darker shadows to rise
and kindly fatten them up,
no matter the innocents dead.
We caught the alien bomber!
(reported shot by out-of-state agents,
a death with less than glory).

Robert A. Davies has published in recent years largely online. He has been writing poems seriously since 1969. He has published Timber, Tracks in Oregon, Melons and Mendelssohn, and Bluff Hollow. He was co-editor of Mr. Cogito for about 20 years. He has recently appeared in Dissident Voice and Windfall He can be reached at: Read other articles by Robert A..