Updated: May 22

bare feet pulse

with the heartbeat drum

piercing concrete

to the core

of mother earth

we stand in silence

Mario gone

Mario gone

Mario Gonzalez

shells rattle

he enters

through the dancer’s


to the top of headdresses, the tallest feathers

up, up, past the

mini van parked in the


the house closed with

curtains of fear

past the polite execution

of a small minded town

holds up BLM signs

but when George Floyd happens here-

deafening silence

a high pitched siren

you can’t get out of your ears

the dancers turn

touch the ground

the drum starts and stops

they embody


invoking it

from Mario


struggling for breath


if he were white

they would have taken him to

Burger King

he rises

and what is left

is a circle

of heart minded people


in humility

reclaiming the land


the flowers.

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