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last night georgia murdered Troy Davis

2011/09/22

Last night Georgia murdered Troy Davis

Lightning flash lights up my bedroom,
wakes me, then thunder rolls across heaven.
Get up, look outside — been raining a while.
Coffee in the kitchen, half past five, cold, and
I remember now, about what they did.

Last night Georgia murdered Troy Davis.

Twelve hour drive today, visit an old friend, so
maybe she can help me shake these heavy blues.
Daylight seeps into my muddy yard.
Right front tire on my road car completely flat.
Rain gear, layers for warmth, duck boots.

Last night Georgia murdered Troy Davis.

Out into it, unroll the big tarp, drape over the car.
Tarp shelters me while I jack it up, remove the flat,
toss it into the back of my old four wheel drive,
back inside, get wallet, phone, and off to town.
Gotta buy a tire at the discount store.

Last night Georgia murdered Troy Davis.

Drive through the rain, twenty miles to town,
foggy, slick, citizens on their way to work.
Finally pull into the lot, wait in line, and
after way too long, me trying not to look grim,
man behind the counter says “hour and a half.”

Last night Georgia murdered Troy Davis.

Gonna be late when I get there, six hundred miles,
better call, let her know. Waiting in the coffee shop,
bright faces, business as usual, stock market’s down.
In the New York Times I see a photo of protesters
carrying signs, shouting, outside that Georgia prison.

Last night Georgia murdered Troy Davis.

Gotta wonder about that picture — all black people.
Where were all the decent white folks? Asians? Ndns?
Ah well, everyone’s busy making a living. Life goes on.
After all, it’s happened before, will happen again, and
anyway, they say he was just another black man.

Last night Georgia murdered Troy Davis.

Twelve hour drive today, visit an old friend, so
maybe she can help me shake these heavy blues.

Last night Georgia murdered Troy Davis, and
killed something in every one of us..

©Thomas Hubbard, 110922

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