Friday, January 14, 2022

Even Color Assails Color

 

the pain is in the color. we assume

anxiety. another kid was murdered.

 

many seek facts, by dear nausea, we

argue over perspective.

 

there are saws for cutting into piles of

wood, clarity is unstable. life is

devalued, souls are entangled, we drink mace,

bullets, or one-sided combats: bodies

drugged to mothers, fathers at funerals, a

twenty-year-old son has died. like mantis

we pray, some say it’s futile,  

sanity is delicate. so easy to

just insist, so easier to die, some

form of strategy is overdue.

 

such law-sickness, in a hostile environment,

officers suffer from PTSD.

a tale about intolerance, cultural

empathy, people of color resume

defenses: hard to look in mirrors, hard

to feel valued, we give, seemingly not

enough. the might is up those flags, are on

high, it’s simple to hate color.

 

something is raw, tethered, angry. swift

quickness to kill, nothing much over the

Capitol. a few arrests. favored insurrection.

better, if they listen, they live. so hard

to see it, to wonder about thoughts, when

asked to surrender. most know the routine.

conversation isn’t an option. so

comply quickly. tempers are high,

racism is spread-out, officers are

tired, depressed, angry, forced to keep

pushing. (this becomes toxicity.)

PS.

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