On Trayon Martin

This country has been washed white Clean of carpetbaggers centuries But we do not forget common things Like bodies black And tossed away before the eyes What marks miserable memory then Is not the story telling new How vulnerable is the hoodlessness! The pathological mendaciousness Unpracticed because unneeded before Yawns like a badly fitted exit door. Memory has a more significant meaning: The bag of chips littered in the mud The half empty soda can still frothing At the non-bulletproof naive mouth The victim vandalized of honor again Cowards alone Taste death a thousand times after they die Blood to mud and mud to dust More marchers protesting our disgust Children strewn on streets of hate.