hands up

For Michael Brown and Ferguson

There is a dark ragesong rising

in the streets.

When they cut him open to see how he died,

they recorded that his brown arms were uplifted

towards heaven

an open handed fearprayer

more than one hundred feet away

from the gunman,

one more flame extinguished.

Sometimes in the most horrible moments
we see the chains
wrapped around our world
the breath out of dreams.

But you can’t stop this rising,

you can’t stop this turning

Sometimes insurrection

is just

another name

for the ferocity

required to

Love or withstand

this world.

We need to live

in a way

that hurts

so much less than this.


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