Renee Nicole Good. We mourn you. We are sorry.
… stricken
with emotion?—
horror, pity, disbelief?—
outrage, sorrow?—
young-woman face contorted
and eyes spilling tears
like Tamir Rice’s mother
perhaps, or the sister
made to witness
the child’s bleeding out
in the Cleveland park.
We stare
as the interpreter’s fingers
pluck the poet’s words out of the air
like bullets,
Poetry Is the Gnomic Utterance from Which the Soul Springs, Fluttering, Joyce Carol Oates
