Who To Blame - On The Ocassion Of The Deaths Of Robin Williams And Michael Brown Poem by Warren Falcon

Who To Blame - On The Ocassion Of The Deaths Of Robin Williams And Michael Brown

'My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue
runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.'
― Federico García Lorca

I'm blaming the fullest moon for Williams death,
and for Michael Brown's by moon disguised as cop,

I'm calling out high tide beside an ocean town
named for a shark*,

I'm forbidding any mention of
a town called Ferguson where a young man in

a street lies uncovered but for flies for hours
fenced in by strips of yellow plastic onryu**

...Police Line Do Not Cross Police Line Do Not...

where one clenched fist stiffens and flies feast
indecent as any moon, I'm cursing a rope in knots,

plastic wrap, duct tape (silver as a moon) , a chair
too easily kicked away, that moment when swaying

slows to dead calm, one bedroom slipper on the
floor, I'm compulsively imagining the last moment

when decision becomes deed done, I'm praising and
cursing all at once that a great mind in greater

pain is finally stilled, and a young mind, college
bound, too soon is unconfined beyond thought and

vision, that his last cigar was sweet, was not
enough to pardon neither cop nor moon, I'm wondering

how a moon so large becomes pathetically entangled
in once gentle willows, suddenly splinters beside

a river, explains breaking glass, cars aflame,
mayors counting bullets in locked rooms all over

the world, spinning press releases in cotton
candy machines -

'All answers are pending investigation.'


**
*'shark' in Spanish is 'Tiburon' which is the name of
the sea town in California that Robin Williams lived in

**onryu: a single line poem with a title. It falls into
the category of micro-poetry.