shower in the morningkeep your scheduledon’t touch your face
As we question the wisdom of vigilante citizenryI dare to argue: there isn’t anyAs in the case of Ahmaud ArberyA black man gunned down by a mob of white menWhile jogging in his neighborhood.
Every bullet that finds its markis one universe less that sparkles,one ingredient shornfrom the collective dream.
Blood on groundBlood on your handsSecond amendment lawIt’s all you care
I make songsof wrong notes,misplaced words,voice box filled to breaking.
An ocean of pain
Tidal wave of tears
The year of half mast flagsdragged in the early summer.Young families spent weekscombing the beachfor spent shells.
