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Powerful voices
don’t scream
they
listen,
they
aren’t forceful
they
think,
they
don’t condemn
they
heal,
they
know it’s not their duty,
they
do not seek control,
they
are powerful
in their
absence of hate,
they
are powerful
in their
acceptance of love,
they
are not
black or white
but every color in between,
they
never seem to get the press
the screamers get –
not until they’re dead do they become saints.
All I need is –
a camera,
(flash)
a crew,
(flash)
rented lights,
(flash)
and a sync wizard
(flash)
to take pictures
(flash)
of your appearance,
(flash)
make-up and all,
(flash)
highlights and softening,
(flash)
to give depth
(flash)
and allure,
(flash)
to erase –
the real you.
the
straightforward
poem,
like
the
straightforward
person,
is
often
the
one
most
curved.
Far off in the distance they scream.
“Someone is going to die!”
Passing by the window now is another.
“Someone is going to die!”
Turning to page 359, I’m reminded.
“Someone is going to die!”
And I could describe the flashing lights.
Or the screeching of tires.
The anxiety.
The awesome routine of the Ambulance Driver.
Though my better judgement tells me other wise.
Not do describe the pain.
The wailing.
Or the fact that Sirens are neutral.
And that red is the only conceivable color to match.
“Someone is going to die!”
Turning to page 404.
“Someone is going to die!”
And another passes.
“Someone is going to die!”
“Someone is going to die!”
“Someone is going to die!”
“Someone is going to die!”
Farther off in the distance now,
like a tribal chant, you can almost dance to it’s rhythm.
WEE-WOO, WEE-WOO
Wee-Woo, Wee-Woo
wee-woo, wee-woo
…
It’s ironic, really.
The way I wanted to do it,
wasn’t the way to do it,
until it was the way to do it.
And by that time,
I was already checked out.
My psyche in jump cuts like Breathless.
Plugging away in the same…old…fashion,
as those before me.
My movements were those of a machine.
Until it was the way to do it.
That which once wasn’t the way to do it.
The way that I’d wanted to do it in the first place.
If you’re confused.
That’s good.
Because I was too.
When it occurred to me one day.
The irony.
How kings will be kings no matter the king.
Lucky for me,
I knew this.
I also knew this.
You can dress the kid in the rags of a jester, but don’t expect his tricks to be any good!
Words Of An Average White Male 