Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Unspoken Words (on the death of my student)
How will they remember you---
A deaf boy.
An angry boy,
The boy who attacked the cop,
The one that wrote a hit list
& a claw hammer to do business,
The Manifesto you left---
the only words I ever heard you say
beyond a grunt,
clear as the knee to your temple,
the handcuffs ---
Every day, you would reach to shake my hand,
pull back & grin
Sign "I got you, again"
to the interpretor
Sign, furious, when you could not get
the problem, unscramble the math,
smacking your twisted
fingers into the palm of your hand and ---
When your heart began to give out, how weak you were
in the back of the ambulance.
The shell left, sustained on a ventillator, these last
A waiting list for a donor.
the moment as the machines
no longer kept up.
(Fourteen is too damn young)
Spread on Facebook, Saturday, in the paper Sunday,
I went to see your parents tonight,
You lay there, in a suit, at peace on a bed of silk,
in a box.
You would have hated it.
believe how many came
to see you