and this was a summer shudders repeating
not like the resonating figurative silent
wave good bye behind winged v formations
escaping to their havens before autumn
no
this summer died too soon
my brotha's still the "trouble man"
Marvin Gaye song I wish you were wrong
this isn't the civil right's span...are is it
always for a black man...black got a bulls eye on it's back
riding to be shot down
don't you inquire don't you look at him straight
don't you stand up to me unafraid...like you can
or there is a smoking from the body a geyser
family tracing crimson down the road
wishing the death nell was all dream...never heard
raised hands universalizing, "I am unarmed don't shoot"
before August concludes another brown male black history
humidity fails to reproduce a fallen warrior
hence a summer incomplete without him
breathing second contributions
into the day
brotha can't escape... quintessential trouble man
who shouldn't walk down a street