Jan 2, 2015

As the Moon Falls Apart

after years of systemic 
discrimination
by haves, whites, who pretend 
that conditions are improving
even though
just under the surface
of the moon, of the skin,
rotting, stinking, acrid and rank
injustice percolates and bubbles
through the cracks,
mountains must move,
seas must drain,
clouds must solidify
before change will occur.
These feats seem impossible,
these feats seem ephemeral ,
these feats seem like dreams and fantasies,
spotlighted by the public eye
of social media while,
on the streets, black
and white is every day,
in the chokehold of police,
in the paranoid rear view
mirrors, in the corrupt system of
law, fragmented, divided, decomposing
the humanity
of moon.

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