Terror Cops Kill Fathers

White cops, white vehicle, two white smooth-metal jackets.

Where do the white cops go that thirst here?

Their bodies are hidden by America.

 

A glaring nothing is cast inwardly from the dry brushwood.

Their brittleness wants us to slow down and stop.

They are triangular and belly thick and offer nothing usable.

 

Heat on the asphalt streets, streets that stand still from the siren.

The humane whiteness is outside of us, it is not in the roaches.

The right of way is crushed by a welcoming, a black foot;

 

Chemicals trail around the last of the frontiers.

We can see clearly through the splintering silence -

The unheard screams of the people.

   

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is so much tension right now---and it is stoked like a furnace on both sides.

jacob

[kublakhan27]

The reviews seem to suggest many different interpretations, and I have another to offer...the message that I took from this piece centers on racial tensions, and the questions surrounding their dedication to protecting and serving all races. The bodies of the white cops, hidden in America...how much exactly gets swept under the rug? Perhaps I'm reading too much into it, I have a history of doing that, but either way it's a very powerful piece with a lot of food for thought...well done Rosalind :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Rosalind is indeed a fine writer, this a strong, thoughtful poem, great..

[Coyote Poetry]

You said a lot and led the reader to many situations in the poem. In a world that went mad. Hard to see the logic of the new world. I like the closing lines.
"Chemicals trail around the last of the frontiers.
We can see clearly through the splintering silence -
The unheard screams of the people."
Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Black Star Adept]

Such a great poem, love the visual aspects and the great amount of detail!

[Corset]

If they strapped every writer that ever questioned the pharmaceutical domination of the health facilities we would all be in white coats with our arms tied behind our backs. The bodies are hidden by America,
it is said that after a massive nuclear holocaust and the Earth is turned into a massive microwave, the only living creature left will be the cockroaches, can you imagine anything more meek than that?

[Rosalind Gale]

Helloooooo! Yes, I read that once, about the roaches, though someone else suggested they would die out eventually because there would be no crap to feed on, what with there being no humans to leave it. When I was a kid I thought about making a suit out of roach shells so I could survive the nuclear war.
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[Corset]

lol, I wonder how long it would take for them to clear out six billion + bodies and then starve, hmmm, by then their tummies would have evolved enough to eat anything one thinks. lol, at the roach suit idea, I wonder if it is their shells that would save them or if it is their internal systems are fry proof. I've never tested the theory never wanted to get close enough to a live one to catch it and stick it in my microwave (ewww my food goes in there! little roach molecules going in and out of my tea! oh hell no )

[Ruth]

You have a knack of keeping your reader on the edge...this is loud and holds impact, always a pleasure to read you hon xo

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks my friend -xox-

[Cory Barrett]

the heat have no ears, only eyes and action.

[Baby Ricochet]

I don't like cops. I don't trust cops. I don't like it when cops are around. The biggest building in my town is the "justice center." That bugs the hell out of me too. You got some interesting metaphors going on in this cop poem. Good work. You're not a cop are you?

[Rosalind Gale]

Sshh Ric - it's a secret. Thanks for dropping by.
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[Monica M.]

Wow! Your use of words, the imagery, and the description all come to play in voicing your opinion. Very well laid out. It's beautiful

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks so much Monica -
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