In the Wind

two Black Men have been gunned down on an American city street, and are talking to their bodies lying there

I will miss you…
Me, too
I mean I will miss you too
People will miss me
and my painted face
What of what we did?
What of our attempts?
I can now be free of sad…
I can now be free of resignation!

blood continues to pool on the street

I didn’t know I would make such a red mess
well, the redness is the least of it

the red pool grows bigger still
a passerby steps on one hand
that didn’t hurt!
pretty inconsiderate of him, tho…
I had so much left to do…
Me too, more painting,
my dancing, my art…

The bodies are now shells
washed up on the concrete shore
again, the boulevard of difficulty prevails
their twoness becomes nothingness
differences flattened by a nine millimeter
future loving accomplishment erased too.

Death defines racism
however, even so,
race does not contain who these Men were.

The smell of blood is in the air
that odor of death is everywhere
tears for the Men join the red pool
tears for the murdered, falling, make it bigger still.

I’m gone now.  I’ve gone to the wind.

Ray has performed readings around the state of North Carolina [USA], and is a member or the North Carolina Poetry Society, the Winston-Salem Writers, and The North Carolina Writer’s Network. He has thrice been a ‘Writer-in-Residence” at the North Carolina Center For The Arts and Humanities, at Weymouth, in Southern Pines, NC. He has three books published, “ACKNOWLEDGMENT: Poems From The ‘Nam,” Volume ONE and TWO, 03/2019; “23, 18,” 106 pages, 02/2020; “For The Lost And Loved” 114 pages, 09/21. He has one other manuscript he is presently seeking publication for: ‘WHITE DOG SPEAKING,” 110 pages, 2020. Some of his work has been published in American, Irish, and English Literary Journals. Read other articles by Ray, or visit Ray's website.