Family and friends messaged me
this morning.
They said the Speaker of The House’s
Home had been invaded.

They said her husband was bludgeoned
by a hammer-wielding suspect.
They said they could only imagine those
awful, arhythmic, unmusical blows.

They said they could hear the sickening
thuds like baton blows on a Black body
curled in fetal submission. They said
they could see Paul’s bloody, busted skull.

They said they could see JoeSam art on the
wall witnessing barbarity; see pristine carpet
scarlet-stained; see streaks of red randomness
like January 6, Iraq or Afghanistan…

They said the suspect was tackled by police. They
said the suspect was subdued, disarmed, arrested,
Rendered medical care and in custody. They said—
without saying—but I suspect Suspect Thor is ‘white…’

Former forklift driver/warehouse worker/janitor, Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. Read other articles by Raymond Nat, or visit Raymond Nat's website.