Posted on July 14, 2013April 15, 2021 STUTTERING JUSTICE My dream disturbing: Grand black pianos dropping from the sky Missing bodies frolicking in an otherwise calm, moonlit ocean Black men still being killed with impunity I awake Channeling E.B. White: “I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” It is hard to plan a day when civility is aligned along A white fence facing down the barrels Of hatred, ignorance and a blind lady justice Hard to enjoy a world when one does not believe In an organized God Armed with the biggest guns Millions of magazines spitting volleys of pain and grief Days of drought, drones, and death If I believed I could commit the supreme act of Cowardice by putting it all in His (not Hers?) hands Walk away ‘enjoy the world’ in a Disney fog of happiness I would have around my neck That talisman That password That should admit me to the club of believers If I believed If I believed I wouldn’t be naked But (just the same) I would have no clothes I know the difference – now If I believed I would not have to scramble In my silver rage through the Glove of darkness This faux life wearing the liar’s smile Fingering the cross Idiot grinning At other Xanaxed smilers who wonder Why I am so nakedly angry And I wonder what my last words will be? Pleas for help? Declarations of love? Regret? Will it matter? Who will be the last to hear my voice? Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...