Jeffrey McDaniel (1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)
There is a mob in the backyard,
protesting my nightmare.
They wear t-shirts bearing the image,
of the man who wants me dead.
They chant the same 'Down With Jeff! ' slogan
so forcefully I swear it has a shadow.
What have I done to deserve this?
I pick up a sign and move among them,
like a kind of silence murderers return to.
I join the chant against me,
and for the first time I feel a sense of belonging.
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