for Trayvon Martin
We will never see you home again.
You will never write your own kind of story.
A boy with a hole through his heart.
Death rattle--black rattle--the rattlesnake turns black.
Odd bits of body, flakes of black skin,
A boy at home in a coffin.
This man is a black man.
This woman is even blacker.
This child, this teenager,
This god and every devil.
Let me polish that gun.
We all have appointments to keep.
A lifeline growing shorter in a palm of grief.
About Sue Ann Simar:
Sue Ann Simar publishes and edits 10x3 plus, a journal of poetry. Simar has most recently published in Hamilton Stone Review and Iodine. She spreads herself pretty thin and is good about continuous writing and terrible about submitting anywhere. However, she avidly reads poetry and follows several poetry publications.