I'm blaming the fullest moon for Williams death,
and for Michael Brown's by moon disguised as cop,
I'm calling out high tide beside an ocean town
named for a shark*,
I'm forbidding any mention of
a town called Ferguson where a young man in
the street lies uncovered for hours fenced in
by strips of yellow plastic oneryu**
...Police Line - Do Not Cross Police Line...
Where one clenched fist stiffens and flies feast
indecent as any moon I'm cursing a rope in knots,
plastic wrap, duct tape silver as a moon, a chair
too easily kicked away, that moment when swaying
slows to dead calm, one bedroom slipper on the
floor, I'm compulsively imagining the last moment
when decision becomes deed done, I'm praising and
cursing all at once that a great mind in greater
pain finally is stilled, and a young mind, college
bound, too soon is unconfined beyond thought and
vision, that the last cigar was sweet, was not
enough to pardon neither cop nor moon, I'm wondering
how a moon so large becomes pathetically entangled
in once gentle willows, suddenly splinters beside
a river, explains 'breaking glass, cars aflame,
mayors counting bullets in locked rooms all over
the world, spinning press releases in cotton
candy machines -
'All answers are pending investigation.'
*'shark' in Spanish is 'Tiburon' which is the name of
the sea town in California that Robin Williams lived in
**oneryu: a single line poem with a title. It falls into
the category of micro-poetry.
Warren Falcon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-to-blame-on-the-ocassion-of-the-deaths-of-robin-williams-and-michael-brown/
