Bell Canto, by Derrick Weston Brown

8 July, 2016


 


 

Bell Canto For Sean Bell and Family

by Derrick Weston Brown, Wisdom Teeth

Your mind wants to believe
it was a misunderstanding.

The officers were scared rookies.
It was dark.

But truth suffers no allowances.

Spread out before you are snatches of
eye-witness accounts in print.  The grainy footage
of gun butts tempering jaws; the swollen voice of
the fiancee.

This is a different type of jilting; no story
of a runaway bride found with thawing feet,
and no sign of her imagined Latino abductor.

No.  You don’t want to believe this.
Your mind is tired of “Again”

This happens.
Same city.
Same son.
Same make and model.
Same implied threat empty hands carry.
Same text book response.
Same salvo.
Same torrential rain of shell casings
musing a Bell.

Clip emptied.

Reload

Your mind is a busted reel
of images; that officer from grade school
who never wore his gun around the students.

Reload

The stories you ghosted
from the barber’s chair;
regulation choke holds
boot heels on testicles
a nightstick renovating a ribcage

Reload

The white boy in 10th grade
who caught a cafeteria tray to the head
for Rodney King in ‘92

The forearm planted in
your chest from the
officer who didn’t
care to hear your explanation
for arriving late to a sold out
ball game even though you
bought tickets in advance.

His words
“No admittance”
mean more now than then.

You use this as your caption
to narrate the picture
of the the uniformed triggerman in the photo
silent unblinking
hands hidden
behind their backs
at ease
acquitted.

Your mind wants for a
parable, a moral
and there isn’t one.





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