Often these days I don’t quite know
where I am, just that wherever I am,
dream, myth, fable, there are admiring statues
of homicidal generals on horseback
and many more of a white Jesus on foot,
and whether it was the Vikings or Columbus
who discovered America is immaterial,
especially as the clouds immediately overhead
resemble bloody scabs and crumpled dollar bills,
and the only advice anyone ever offers is,
if you have to scream, scream silently.
Howie Good is the author of The Death Row Shuffle, a poetry collection forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.
Brilliant.
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