Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Crumbling Necropolis

Twenty minutes, the sun is out and I can hear sirens.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about brutality.
I watched a young boy with a skateboard as he was thrown into the side of a cop car.
Two pigs shoving hooves into his knee caps.
Search and Seizure.
They threw his skateboard into the street.

It was hard not to stop.
Sometimes it is hard not to scream.

Selfishly, I drove on trying to forget what I had just seen.

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