George

The still.

Constricting my chest,

That’s all I can take.

Not the clip.

(Privilege).

I cannot bear to watch

the life

slip

out his lips.

(Privilege).

And then to find out

an eyewitness is

nine.

To cast my eyes downward,

Cowardly

Privilege.

3 thoughts on “George

  1. This poem is so powerful in the words you’ve chosen and in the words you’ve left out. The choice to take “privilege” out of parentheses at the end of the poem and write it not as an aside is powerful, too.

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  2. I read your March 31 post before this post and you mention you are not sure you write about important/difficult topics well. I think you do it quite well. This is a well craft poem that honestly shares your thinking.

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