Not knock. Who`s there? Battering ram. Shattering who
while firing blindly ::as justice:: through clutched curtains and buttoned blinds?
Some black women’s bodies are ambulances their spirits are driven into.
(With all disrespects to what ìs and its ought tos)
It’s been said Kentucky’s grass dons uniforms blinkered and moody blue.
Breonna’s demise: a couple of itches after the witching hour sanctioned by March’s ides.
No knock. Who’s there? Executed warrant. Executing who?
Unchided for months, Bre’s story barely nibbled by the news (all due
disrespects to the ìs and the ought tos)
but by George ::Floyd that is:: Bre went from mum’s the meme to shuteye-and-die bull’s-eye.
Sister girl’s body a shapely ambulance her spirit was thrust into.
Sleep should be a sneeze no more lethal than the gospel of achoo (with all due
disrespects to the what ìs and the what ought tos).
Unmarked, plainclothed: grievously intrudes that unlicensed night.
Not knock. Who’s there? Battering ram. Shattering who?
Three cops. thirty shots. Riddle me this:: Blackman:: riddling you: (with all due disrespects
to the ìs and the ought tos) why is an ebony XX struck from a head’s lines so many NY Times?
Breonna’s body: impromptu ambulance her spirit had been Louisvilled into.
She, EMT, trained to buoy life not to be coded blue.
white pillow. white case. white sheet. stretcher:: terrestrial ladle for the celestial light.
No knock. Who`s there? Executed warrant. Executing who?
Some black women’s bodies are ambulances their spirits are duped into.
I’m out. (with willfully unpaid last respects and knee-deep condolences to what ìs and what ought to.)