Must a boy become a man, paint a lifetime
with sparkly night colors gray on gray,
the time it takes to spill blood and tears
listless onto
one sandy, macadam street
Chase him,
he’ll turn on you
Confront him,
he’ll fight
Shoot him,
you came ready
to ****,
to feel hard flesh
surrender,
slacken,
heart flutter,
pressure lost
The street knows, drawn with chalk,
what difference lies between man and boy
Which is which, when dawn breaks,
and why do angels
weep at night unheard….
Written the night of the Zimmerman verdict in July 2013