What Can I Be

by Timothy   May 31, 2008


What can I be, my brother of tranquility,
A dog dead on the road, a serial killer in active mode;
A wisp of smoke from a pot pipe, a mushroom grown too ripe?

What can I be, my brother of destiny,
A river of toxic waste, a skull bashed into paste;
A sex crime victim's despair, a dead man's stare?

What can I be, my brother of inequality?
A prisoner of unbridled hate, "equal rights" that have come too late,
An actor in a snuff film, a black person in white person's realm?

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