Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Elegy

Murmuring Zone

He got a death ticket
for standing in the murmuring zone
An unwritten casualty statistic
was fatally issued 
for belatedly standing there too long

Asphalt caught, he waved the white flag
of an enamel obedient grin
In fidgety hope that a routine hassle 
didn’t turn flatline wrong,
felt baton-induced 
to cheek meekly lay prone

But a swastika command
curse-slapped 
his bleating heart cuff firm
Impending siren ticket to Styx ride
made him nervously squirm
Grim visions of a swift dirt journey
to the reaper feast of worms

Dyed blue fear bosom chilled his soul to the bone,
as echoes of hatred
drowned out his thoughts in the murmuring zone

Such dirge irony of life:
He had only stopped to answer his cellular phone
Sadly, his loving wife, 
and doting child couldn’t wait for Da to get home

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