The
moon comes out from behind a cloud
and
witnesses a meeting between J Edgar Hoover
and
Lady G in Lafayette Park.
Lightning
flashes and so begins a clandestine romance.
In
the shadows, the two lovers begin to dance.
One
moans and the other cries out aloud.
I
dream a dark dream and see a dark truth.
I
see automatons with automatic weapons standing guard
in
front of the Lincoln Memorial. I see looters
in
Manhattan and Beverly Hills.
I
see David Dorn murdered on Martin Luther King Drive
for
nothing but a TV. Apathy kills.
Almost
forty years ago, in the Dallas County Jail,
I
witnessed an intoxicated black man
put
in a chokehold for over ten minutes.
His
body limp, his eyes
lifeless,
blank. I was under arrest for DWI.
I
was white and did not die.
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