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30/30 Poetry Challenge (2017) Creative Writing Poetry

Day 19 – A Hyperconsciousness of Dividing Lines (blackout poem)

By on June 10, 2017

[Photo Credit: Flickr, Gil Walker]

you can safely bet that
the government won’t
admit the problem
for a long history
of friction is
burdened by
a hyperconsciousness
of dividing lines
the seam between
north and south
a question of
whether a man’s human
rights evaporated when
he crossed the border

the shooting and
the violence that
followed happened
on one of those borders
this clear-cut outrage
a murky gray
their city now known
for glass shards
looted shelves and
armor-clad riot police

and through it all
white flight remade
americans willing
to give some slack
to men minding
their own business
and with little
provocation grab
around the throat
free gun
and start firing

 

[Blackout poem crafted from the TIME article “Fatal Encounter” by David Von Drehle, 8-25-14.]

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