RACIST

I hear it start, feed off itself and tumble
into something gross- I seen it coming
miles off and God
I’m tired,
straining with my silence,
moulding it like potter’ clay-
take me,
I need a hand to hold in all this hate-

memory of rain,
thoughts of my stroller-

no, this is the world:
heat, crack, ice-
ink, blood, war-
pig iron, tanks, japs-
a finger in my face
like a spear-tip and
IT IS POLITE TO RESPOND-
I was brought up right
but reason washed away last winter,
and I’m old enough
to stare right into the eyes of the beast
and say nothing,
nothing at all.

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