Schneiderman fooled himself
white men and their assumed prerogatives
1612, Reggae Friday,
18 5. 18
18.5.18
Dead lizard! Dead lizard! the cry
of a child a girl it muted by her distance from him across the church compound near
the chapel
her cry feigned fear its undertone was bemusement Lookee Lookee
disrespectful of the lizard
Awman it hurts like hell to reanimate animalsthe bigger
the animal the more severe the pain but
this girl her assembling cadre these children he could see they recognised at some base level
their affluence and entitlement theirs
and not otherstheir parents haughty expressions and disposition wash across their
pale white faces theyre possessed they live well live in brick homes and
fireplaces on ranches that sprawl for hundreds of acres to the foothills theyve never lived in townlived in apartments
or townhomes they dress
conspicuously perhaps even some of their
teachersthe hired help envied their clothing and shoes and accoutrementsNothing
but the best for our babies the unspoke
opposite possibly Your
baby can suck dick
wealth is venal
it moves at levels
oblivious of those beneath it
and make no mistake those are
beneath them the wealth he knew acted apart acted
how someone who is fortunatewhos healthy and contends that someone who is
unwell may have done something that made them unwell their unwellness deserved
a nice roost to crow from if
you happen to be genetically inclinedif you have more than sufficient access to
proper healthcare and nutrition they were
hardly inclined to think that perhaps an unwell person did nothing to bring it
on themselves other than simply being born their illnessestheir deficiencies baked in the
cake they were playing the cards
they were dealt
wealthy people might suppose Then
you should have cheatedlooked at your cards and taken a better hand
a small cadre of the extremely
wealthy discuss the possibility of immortality
the hardpressed middle and lower
income makers do not
Dead lizard! Dead lizard!
then the young girl cut loose with a bloodcurdling
scream the emaciated lizard she poked
with a stick rolled onto its bellysuddenly swelling with life and vitalityits
bluebelly pulsating electricblue it
launched itself at its tormentorsnapped its jaws on a fingerleapt from her finger
to the bodice of her pretty dress and scurried up itscratched her throatsnapped
at her lipsscratched at her eyesscurried into her hair and rode her like she was a mindless
bucking bronco until she caught her toetripped on a gnarled root of a majestic
live oak onto her face
the lizard dismounted and
scurried under a blossoming rosemary hedge
the gathered children stood
motionless
then inevitably someone giggled
at her misfortuneinevitably other children followed in kind
she laid still sobbing
he stood on the dirt shoulder of
the road outside the compound his hands crossed at his wrists over his chest
cringing quietly
grunting groaning
it hurt like a muthafucker
but the girls terrorher sobbing the childrens unfortunate laughteryet too
ignorant to realise that eventually it might be their own were the topical balm
that helped soothe him
dead lizard text to
myself Twosday afternoon, 15 5. 18
1519, Reggae Friday, 18 5.
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