The Plague reads 10-word telegrams from people to their loved ones outside the city
after the gates have closed
Bill Neumire
I’m scared trapped here everyone is sick I miss you
Please tell Dad I forgive him and we’ll be together
This might be the end I loved you at least
The future isn’t real anymore the moon knows the night
They closed the gates we hide and watch the sea
I hope you’re able to feel complete all your nights
The rats all died the hospital is full good bye
Love was the beginning and it will be the end
Please tell Dad I forgive him and we’ll be together
This might be the end I loved you at least
The future isn’t real anymore the moon knows the night
They closed the gates we hide and watch the sea
I hope you’re able to feel complete all your nights
The rats all died the hospital is full good bye
Love was the beginning and it will be the end
Bill Neumire’s first poetry collection, Estrus, was a semi-finalist for the 42 Miles Press Award, and his second book, #TheNewCrusades, was a finalist for the Barrow Street Prize. His poems have appeared in Harvard Review Online, Beloit Poetry Journal, and West Branch. In addition to writing, he also served as an assistant editor for the literary magazine Verdad and as a reviewer for Vallum.