...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGIAO5Uz1Us&ab_channel=alt-J-Topic. . . It took me quite some time . To reconcile . That justice had really died - . . Or more, . . That it was instead, dead, . And had either died long ago, . Or was never really alive to begin with. . . I could count for you the lessons, though, . Count the times that its death throes - . As a sense of rightness, had begun to perish . Within me, within my belief - . Coiled into an empty vacuum . In the wake of such fatal awareness . And awakening such tempestuous grief. . . I think it really started . When I learned the truth about police - . . When I remember that while I was dying, . Maimed in a gutter . With a stranger gripping my open artery, . . That there was a cop parked . Just up the way. . . And that Jess had gone to him first, . Before running back to Cliff and me; . . That while he and I were screaming, . And bleeding, thinking that we may really die - . . His foot hanging by its achilles, . My left arm gone . And my left leg wrapped into a pretzel - . . That the cop was still in his car, . On the radio, maybe even to an ambulance, . Waiting. . . That the f****r just sat there . And waited. . . Because he wasn’t getting paid enough . To have to see s**t like that, . That it wasn’t his responsibility to help us. . . Yeah, . . I expect that’s when I first started to realize . That something was really wrong . With this world . That we all now openly portend . To being forced to have to live in. . . .
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