a beat poem for the moment — conspiracy theories explode
in multicolored mortars overhead,
streaming down in red,
WHITE, and blue
between chopper blades,
spotlighting the DEAD — lungs turned to stone
in hospital beds,
patients cry out —
I CAN’T BREATHE! shiny BLACK boots on
hot asphalt,
knees of cowards on
innocent necks —
I CAN’T BREATHE…