Sidewalk blazing when
Across my Red
Eyes a site to
See Text and Send
On my I-phone.
“ MAGA in Neigh-bor-
Hood so do your best
While Going Home “.
The Good Lord
Knows Shepards
Do not need
The moon full,
To know
When Wolves
Come to Skin the
Sheep for its wool.
5 in a Case roaming
On rotating wheels.
Described as 5 glass eyed,
Henny Black Glockenspiels.
Speeding Gonzalez hype.
Zig-zagging thru stop signs.
While howling “ We own the night! “, Before pulling up by my curbside.
Telling me to turn
Round and to keep calm.
As if I’m Just
Going to-wink-nod
And take the bend
Over from the Same
Hand holding The
Heat-ed cattle prod!
“ Cop said Stop! “THAT ! deep
Burns till You see The
White Devils Level.
Where Same posed those
Fanged out splintered holes
In Mr. Diallo’s door.
Was it 40 Knocks
Heard or maybe more?
But when the noise cleared,
There laid out as
Portrayed slaughtered!
Like my Text feared.
Another Sheep’s wool Roll.
The brand of Black Wallet
Is Silent as Dropped on
The Floor between the Wolves
………And Amadou’s Front Door.
