when they came
fiction
edward w pritchard
for Frantz Kafka
when they came my neighbors stout iron cyclone fence didn't stop them
when they came two flights of stairs didn't slow them
when they came a dead bolt lock and and solid oak door didn't deter them
when they came uncle's Smith and Wesson didn't faze them
when they came my wife's pleadings didn't help me
when they took me my arguments didn't interest them
when i looked through the cyclone fence up two flights of stairs through the broken down oak door at my sobbing wife her tears didn't comfort me as they took me away
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