murder reduced
to counting bodies
naming names
dates and days
processioning through
plagued streets

grief – a spectacle
feeding news

your life – no life – what
life – which and whose fucking life matters?

blank headlines
do not shed tears
or hear the death
of a living heart

a black woman asleep on a train
is no news is good news
until the day arrives
and she becomes
a fact of death

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