Split This Rock Poem of the Week: Remica L. Bingham

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Final Exam Administration

I enter to find all the students in uniform
occupying a small room.

I hand out pencils and registration forms.
Some begin without orders.

I remind them to remain anonymous
no names, just ID numbers should appear

on the waiting pages, white and clean
as unwritten letters or discharges.

Just a number   the private
in BCGs and fatigues mumbles

from the back   that’s all
we are.  A number

and a gun.   His comrades laugh,
erasing what might have been.

Do your best   I say,
and they settle, salute.

-Remica L. Bingham
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