a cop wanders
onto my porch
lost after an accident
looking for directions he knocks
someone shoots him in the face
before asking who’s there
his body full of double barrel
blasted falls sloppy on the steps
a sheriff calls me in a frenzy
someone is trying to break into
his home. sheriff warns that he
is carrying, legally. i arrive minutes later
someone shoots the sheriff twice in the torso
then demands he drop the weapon
an officer speeds past me on the highway
i catch him at the next light after the exit
someone drags him out of the passenger
side window wraps a strong arm around
his throat exasperated he cries i can’t -
a captain is shopping in target in the toy section
no one calls me but i show up ready
sneak up behind the captain and someone
slides a taser under the left side of his jaw
he grabs for relief but the current don’t let go
until he does and he lays there while
the rest of us go on about our business
a sergeant or a pig or a squad of police
congregate on the suspicious side of a park
i pull up and empty three magazines into every
uniform in sight before commanding stillness
over their lifeless lumped bodies
i love my people.
i protect and serve my people.
i’ll die to neutralize any threat to my people.
i’m a good soldier. i’m a tired militant.
i’m an angry poet. i’m a fed up nigga.
i’m an angry nigga fed up with poems.
i been tired before so i must be dead by now.
i been sick so i must be immune by now.
what’s black life in a murder machine?