— for George Floyd
Nothing can be true, so the dog barks all night
missing the man who feeds him.
Into the fire go the stars. If the garbage is collected
in the morning, the moon will go too.
Without evidence of insects, birds have nothing to eat.
He’s talking so he’s fine.
Only a man, a sizeable guy who loves his Mama,
who lost his Mama.
I kneel in case the sun will intervene in time.
Inside the car, the back seat is a thick darkness.
A black man could get lost if the air is handcuffed.
Even if he pleads 20 times, he is under the influence,
under suspicion, under the knee, undertaken.
All for 20 dollars, supposing that, even if, so long as…
Unless.
First Published in The NewVerse.News