Monday, June 29, 2020

American Flag

No one remembered the definitive moment that the baby’s screams stopped clawing the afternoon heat with rips of anxiety

They just became aware of the silence which struck to the gut with its sickening reason

The father’s hand fell away from clutching her dress
Family blood running familiar
clotting in the sidewalk
Her small body hit his as they both went down

down

with no opposite ever to occur again

The police chief wiped his brow, thinking of the paperwork
Lucky they were Hispanic; less money to buy trouble for him
but the baby getting shot was still going to take some explanation

The mother was being sick on the molten tarmac
smell of trauma and city mixed
Hitting her head with empty hands
forever empty hands
feeling the rip in her womb
The sound of that internal scream was rising, forcing its high fury and pain out through every pore
On all fours
swaying incoherent hurling incantations to curse her husband for using their baby as a shield

The marksmen exited to waiting vehicles
with debriefings to get the official line
they did not even exchange a look

but one looked at her

and felt repulsion for this outpouring
out there in full view bare and raw

He wanted to fuck her
Fuck her on the road, ram her ass and throw her down so her head split blood red gash

Then she turned and caught his eye
knew what this white policia was thinking
Seen that look before, felt those grabbing hands
heard the insults, been hit by spit

She caught his eye, hurled her ancestry
and the power of the grandmothers flew to avenge

First they ate those dead eyes
Then they pulled out that dead heart
and cackling, reduced him to slivers of flesh

the American flag to hoist high

Friday, June 26, 2020

The Chicken

Press Play

Wound tight by the blue screen
where once they called you Blue Sky
and you danced in fields with no money or home but a ride in a converted bus
in Wales or Greece or Holland or Australia

The modern-day cyber shroud pulls
a preventive to vertigo
You're always falling
and you say don't let me off at the next stop I need to keep going

But where is there to go now

What kind of times are these
perhaps the time to go on your knees
set the record button
ensure your heroes are on repeat