Senseless
Senseless is–
always; young black man killed
in Mississippi.
Never hurt nobody
with that smile.
It stretches, in the pic,
to his eyes, even his hair grins.
One round to the head
all it took,
three guys who also took
his car.
A week before Christmas,
twenty-five feels just
an infant, lost star, hope, son.
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Sorry to be so grim so close to Christmas. An acquaintance of one of my daughters murdered in Mississippi. Graduate student at Ole Miss. Here’s the story. Too too sad.
Odd to write a poem about something so serious and stick to 55 words as I’ve done here–but the exercise, in this case for the G-man, enforces a kind of discipline, which I hope is good to express these sad feelings without excess sentimentality.
Hope to post happier things in the coming days.
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