Literary Orphans

Way Down We Go by henry 7. reneau, jr.

I am umbrage

The shattered

Molotov scent of singed hair

The regenerative

black body politic

To become whole like a lizard

able to regrow something lost

but seething the wish to

kill with a thought

Because every press conference

after a policeman murders

an unarmed black man

is justified as business as usual

 

A repetition

by rote

police chief’s soundbite A faulty heart

trying to rebuild consequence

as an anomaly The bad apple

in-house reviewed to

an isolated incident The still-ongoing

investigation . . ,

a thug sighting

person of interest

or alleged criminal activity

Is a shut &

closed door

The sound of those denied entry

still running for their lives

ahead of a roar.

O Typekey Divider

henry 7. reneau, jr. writes words in fire to wake the world ablaze: free verse that breaks a rule every day, illuminated by his affinity for disobedience, a phoenix-red & gold immolation that blazes from his heart, like a chambered bullet exploding through cause to implement effect. He is the author of the poetry collection, freedomland blues (Transcendent Zero Press) and the e-chapbook, physiography of the fittest (Kind of a Hurricane Press), now available from their respective publishers. Additionally, he has self-published a chapbook entitled 13hirteen Levels of Resistance, and is currently working on a book of connected short stories. His work was nominated for the Pushcart Prize by LAROLA.


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–Art by Marina Ćorić