Friday
Well, the prosecution in the George Zimmerman murder trial has concluded their side of the argument, and it ain't looking that good for the murder victim, Treyvon Martin. I think we're gonna wind-up with an OJ verdict. Anyway, wrote this long before the trial ever got started, way back when the protests were going on trying to get the state of Florida to indict Zimmerman:
not running away, I’d never do that—just trying
to make it... make it to... to the light of that streetlamp,
safe in the glow of the streetlamp I would be
from the black-dog like thing ...
throbbing at the same rate of speed
as my heart. My thoughts, though,
moved too slow, tried hard to keep up
with the dark question hammering away
at the inside of my skull...
or some thing else that I couldn’t quite see...
on the sidewalk... it’s a crime, you know,
not to clean up after your pets.
too loud, so loud when it slammed into my chest,
sliced its way through my chest, my flesh, the muscles
that protected my heart... and that sound... CRACK!
My heart... it stopped my heart from ever racing again.
Well, the prosecution in the George Zimmerman murder trial has concluded their side of the argument, and it ain't looking that good for the murder victim, Treyvon Martin. I think we're gonna wind-up with an OJ verdict. Anyway, wrote this long before the trial ever got started, way back when the protests were going on trying to get the state of Florida to indict Zimmerman:
Shadow Dog
The shadow was chasing me down, becoming larger,
heftier as it approached. I picked up speed—not running away, I’d never do that—just trying
to make it... make it to... to the light of that streetlamp,
safe in the glow of the streetlamp I would be
from the black-dog like thing ...
Rain in huge, cold drops; rain
pounding the top of my hoodie,throbbing at the same rate of speed
as my heart. My thoughts, though,
moved too slow, tried hard to keep up
with the dark question hammering away
at the inside of my skull...
What did this shadowy thing want with me?
It wasn’t mine. It belonged to someone elseor some thing else that I couldn’t quite see...
I remember the smell of sweat. I turned
to confront it... the smell of dog shiton the sidewalk... it’s a crime, you know,
not to clean up after your pets.
But there’s nothing funny
about this shadow dog’s bark... it was loud,too loud, so loud when it slammed into my chest,
sliced its way through my chest, my flesh, the muscles
that protected my heart... and that sound... CRACK!
My heart... it stopped my heart from ever racing again.
—rrw 3-30-12
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