Where woke goes to die and Hitler-lovers come to kill

‘Red State?’‘Blue State?’ Dollar Store? Dungeon? Sidewalk?
Supermarket? Shopping Center? School? Church? Subway?
Synagogue? Mosque? Knee? Arm? Lone Wolf? ‘Bad Apples?’
“Little Boy?” “Fat Man?” “All options are on the table?” “Manifest
Lives under capitalism are cigarette butts beneath boot heels…

We wake to War of The Week/Shooting(s) of The Day—
or some sub-variant of Violence— We grieve again…at
Theft of four Florida Families’ loved ones. Our people.
Poor people. Working people.

4 more families gifted puzzle hearts—freeze dried tears
for voices, for pillows…This August day. This March
On Washington For Jobs and Freedom’s 60th Anniversary.
This turning point—or Axe Handle Saturday cul-de-sac?

Sacred ritual handwringing; Semiautomatic “thoughts and
prayers;” Platitudes pour salt in family, community, and
workplace wounds. Back to violent business as usual! The
Gitmo-linked grand dragon governor was at least booed away…

Violence as Amerikkkan as founding fathers is baked in to donkey
dung/elephant excrement binding us. Hardwired to hatred where
“Woke goes to die—“ And hoodwinked young Hitler-lovers come to

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.