There is blood on the street
Blood now smeared on jogging shoes
and a twenty-dollar bill
There is blood on the street
and it coats toy guns
and Walmart purchases
and legal gun permits
There is blood on the street
and it seeps over
all five flavors of Skittles
There is blood on the street
where paid executioners,
awaiting the next neck,
sharpen the blades
of their guillotine
There is blood on the street
and our tires continue
their rotations as if it were
but a minor inconvenience
There is blood on the street
and it covers the tears,
pleas, vomit, and finally silence
of Elijah McClain’s
open-face ski mask
There is blood on the street
and it has left indelible stains
on grandma’s backyard
There is blood on the street
collecting until it flows
like a river
A river so deep
that many are sucked
under its current,
gasping for a final breath
There is blood on the street
The rapids crashing
through windows and doors
of presumed safety
There is blood on the street
that fails to signal
for a lane change
as it devastates
a Wendy’s parking lot
There is blood on the street
A river of blood
beneath the valleys
of indifference
and intimidation
There is blood on the street
cutting a canyon
of pain and suffering
and lost childhood
There is blood on the street
and it has sullied
our unwashed hands
There is blood on the street
but even as the evidence
pools at our feet,
many continue to deny
the existence of bloodstains
There is blood on the street
but some cry how we need
to protect the asphalt
There is blood
There is blood
There is blood
on the street
1 Jul 2020
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