King

The universal blanket
stretches taught. How
can one thread diverge
like this? Pull

him from the weave,
as he snipped and tortured another.
In this jungle, we all sleep
a little colder tonight.

The world desires
justice over mercy. He gave
none. (Save that gunshot,
a beheading to end
a leaky 40-hour trek.)
Pose

with your kill; men
fall face down in our streets.
Their mothers are
howling. My baby, my

baby, my life
is what it is.

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