What Can Be Said
for M. T.
What can be said
of the white cop
who spat on my Black
student in the 2am
silence beside Hwy 270?
Did the vigilant oaks
slip steel into your
blood? Did you think
the stars could not see
in the dark? Did you
imagine darkness has
no conscience, would
not speak up?
And what of my student,
this young man
lying on the ground
behind a car, trembling
amid the 2am choir of
seizure and panic?
That his shivering
asthma scared you so
much you couldn’t breathe?
Bitch the only
word
to dance off your tongue?
Spit the only language
you could speak?
Joseph Ross is the author of two
books of poetry: Gospel of Dust (2013) and Meeting Bone Man (2012). He teaches English and Creative Writing at Gonzaga College High School in Washington, D.C. and writes regularly at Joseph Ross.net
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