Garner

 

“I can’t breathe."

A thin voice escapes 

The grip of the urban Kingsnake. 

The lawless law, 

Adorned with excellence, 

Constricting its prey. 

Did Mother Nature blink? 

Or the sky darken? 

Did seraphim weep

Or demons parade? 

Where was the hand 

Of the Almighty? 

Millions watching Justice fall.

With a burn, frozen to the touch, 

Those three words remain.