Times and Temperatures

In Jerusalem
tempers flare as room-temperature
blood congeals
on a synagogue floor
and permeates the pages
of the Pentateuch.

In Ferguson
reason readies to boil over
into mis-directed righteousness, guilt
or innocence pre-judged
and irrelevant
to the burning to come.

In Atlanta
the temperatures drop,
four horses blow steam
and stamp the frozen grass
of the field where they await
their riders.

Fists will be raised,
tears will be shed,
decisions will be made,
wisdom will not be found,
peace will not be an option,
prayers will not be enough.

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One response to “Times and Temperatures

  1. The structure of this poem is brilliant. I just wish it wasn’t so real.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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