Trayvon Who? by DB Cox


in the men’s restroom
at the local waterhole
just above the urinal
these big black letters
are scrawled: “FUCK TRAYVON MARTIN”
just below someone has added:
i lean against the wall
& try to estimate
the weight of these words
how do you calculate
the implications
bound up
in such weary musings
is there any way
to alleviate
that much hate
how many more ashes
must be sacrificed
to the wind
how many more bones
must be fed
to the ever-busy
ever-needful beast
before it is satiated
i stand
i wait for it to come
a revelation
an explanation


a void
as cold as jupiter’s moons

i walk out the door
& lose myself
in the white noise
of rowdy patrons
the familiar unfinished battle
against the ever-encroaching
living & dying
in this rotting ghost town
of collapsing cotton mills
& overworked churches
a paranoid world
where fear
accumulates like dust
in every dark corner

Trayvon Martin died
from the hole in his heart
facedown in the blood
& rain-slicked grass
the unfortunate demise
of another nondescript
Ellison’s “Invisible Man”

Trayvon Who?


3 Responses to “Trayvon Who? by DB Cox”

  1. Thanks Scot for publishing so many of my poems for so many years.


  2. Things Fall Apart, The Center Cannot Hold.

  3. Johnny English Says:

    Trayvon got what he had comin’ to him. If he wasn’t out lookin’for truoble he wouldn’t’e found it.

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