a smooth circular motion they tell me / is best for wetting the crooked flesh of it
But flow down all /
The way to the sea. When drought / comes to stake /
How long does it take more White people to care about the plight of Black people?
A man in a charred shirt is being led down the street by soldiers in camo…
you can’t imagine how many wearing blank /
eyes and blunt mouths stand ready, in formation /
to pull you, us, one by one, /
to the engine and lay your body, /
our bodies, /
in the flame when the coal runs low /
you can’t imagine. And yet it still won’t be enough.
you think you’ve seen the most blessed forbearance / you think you’ve seen the most righteous wrath