GROUND/DEADLY WEAPON
Trayvon , mourn
for birth and death
close your eyes and
the spiritual wounds
in tissue wrap your hood that
time anoints
You’re game at last to know the suffering
space
God has spoken:
George,
why did not
You see the mark of Jesus
In his face as you stood
Determined to terminate
Him on his own ground?
George, observe my hand.
Angry Aztec angels
Shall chainsaw
Your dreams
Under
FOREVER.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr.
August 7, 2013
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