No. 57

By Andrew R. Duckworth

In a line,
Picked by number.
We’ve lost our names,
Lost our names.

By design,
While we slumbered-
We lost our names,
Lost our names.

Wings clipped and taken,
Reality shaken,
We lost our names,
Lost our names.

Never saw the writing
That was written on the wall,
Never saw the rug
That was pulled before our fall-
We lost our names,
Lost our names.