reflections on a summer of national reckoning

his eyes fill with tears

as the sirens draw near

their familiar sound

both cacophonous and clear

he holds up his hands

a stone statue of dread

knowing for certain

what lies ahead

the uniformed vultures

approach with their guns

he remembers his wife

he remembers his sons

vitriolic fireworks

spew from their jaws

a lethal explosion

with no rational cause

his skin seals his fate

senseless and swift

like so many others

his life was a gift

black lives matter!

don’t give up the fight

step out of the darkness

and into the light