A matter of lives
murder reduced
to counting bodies
naming names
dates and days
processioning through
plagued streets
grief – a spectacle
feeding news
your life – no life – what
life – which and whose fucking life matters?
blank headlines
do not shed tears
or hear the death
of a living heart
a black woman asleep on a train
is no news is good news
until the day arrives
and she becomes
a fact of death
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