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[I wrote this poem on a park bench recently and have edited it (with some revisional support from my friend Sama) over a couple of weeks. I cannot control spacing on Substack: this is an incomplete medium. I am posting this poem left-aligned. I nearly never write poems left aligned so the image of what this poem is intended to look like on a page is at the bottom of this post.]
Then where to?
No one asks
of tactic
to resistance of the past—
of UN law,
or whether Jesus would
turn his other cheek,
or pray
for his enemy—
just
in hindsight can
the preacher tell the truth.
Harriet had
the fear of God &
a revolver
forgive them, Father
they know not what they do.
Say, where do I go if
I’ve turned my cheek
and both sides of my face are now blue?
deep cut!! hello