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
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”
Same make and model.
Same implied threat empty hands carry.
Same text book response.
Same torrential rain of shell casings
musing a Bell.
Your mind is a busted reel
of images; that officer from grade school
who never wore his gun around the students.
The stories you ghosted
from the barber’s chair;
regulation choke holds
boot heels on testicles
a nightstick renovating a ribcage
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.
mean more now than then.
You use this as your caption
to narrate the picture
of the the uniformed triggerman in the photo
behind their backs
Your mind wants for a
parable, a moral
and there isn’t one.