In Memory of Troy Davis

This is an older poem, but one I thought just as relevant today as when first written.

At The Superior Court

 

Counsel speaks
before judge & jury,

an exaggeration of notes
heard in a field
of corn-eating crows.

Comes now Truth,
black robed and
gaveled down.

Crow flies.
Crow flies.

 

S. Solomon

 

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