and reach with the trigger finger could surely throw
a punch up close and effectively. Maybe not.
Racial Profiling was at play in the beginning
and end of the action, in the "not guilty" of the verdict,
when we were so certain of the guilt. Bewildered.
We had such clarity that we didn't even call for
a Jury of His Peers until too late--because
who would've thunk? Ugly. Small. Law.
These poems and poets in particular have given me minutes of clarity:
(1) Velveteen Rabbit and her JULY 17, 2013 poem after Tisha b'Av "WATER FROM THE SOURCE" which addresses blessings fasting and growing while in "the fallen temple of justicemothers wailing for their sons --"
(2) Mama Zen at Another Damn Poetry Blog, where her poem "Not Yet" releases both astonishment and anger.
(3) At her blog, LaTonya's "Lobster Boil" releases both hopelessness and anger.(4) At Blog Over Easy: We stand our Ground
And there will be more to expand this list.
Add your links, please.
Posted at Poetry Pantry #159 at Poets United.