Black bodies
shake
like
earthquake
and the world
wakes up as the verdict
is made
and the TV screams
and the newslady
superimposed against the flames
cries,
“riot”
and black bodies
like an earthquake
swarm
and spread
like wildfire
in the streets
like tremor
like knock down buildings
in their wake
like beat black bruised down
like,
I have not lost my livelihood
        to the echo of gunshot
but I too shake
as ally
knowing
that this is our work
in a society
that has yet to accept
black bodies
as more than
just bodies
that has yet to realize
that the struggles at its margins
are its struggles
too
I am ally
to this cry
to this fight
This country will shake
until all of its bodies
have rights