Where do I begin? Where do I place the pin As the starting point to express This state of paralysis? Ice crystals wedged between each each frightened vertebrae I am inflexible. Today.
They marched for Trayvon. We marched for Smiley. The wind blew around our ears Outside the yard.
They marched for Amina We marched for Cherry The water froze under Our feet. We wore grippers.
Coughed up an ocean of Middle Passage sea salt to melt the season But the wind blew colder So the thaw needed to be bolder So we read Huey P, Malcom X, Hurston, Stokley Whose hot words burst the river bank
Then the winter closed ranks Horizontal sleet cuts Marking trees across new backs In the bellies of police vans And out on the open road The new frontier, the explicit cold