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Dark Enthusiasm
by cherbo geeplay
Sometimes I swear I see the
clouds closing in, always like
a high tide boiling the ocean
waves. Now I can't move my
limbs and immobile tongue.
I am speechless in a world with
too much to say. I cannot stand
the pain. Here I am, marveling
at how a black man walks down
the street and is shot in the back,
a dummy for target practice.
A mother’s tears soaked against
her pillows, crying all night; red
clouds crunching her shoulders
under the weight of her pains,
the sight of a truck at break-neck
speed running into a crowd down
the curb, because a bigot
thinks hatred serves his
world view of community.
And in Charleston, blood in
the pews, places of worships
no longer safe havens, it is
Trump’s country. Today the
soft moans of our breath
burn under the heat of
misogyny. What goddamn
dark enthusiasm is that?
Copyright ©? In Parentheses Literary 2021
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Cherbo Geeplay
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