She said
‘There’s beauty in the movement,
Keep your counsel
Don’t subdue it’
I disagreed
And she stepped off
My throat
I rubbed my neck
But managed, just about, to stay afloat.
I didn’t see
The point
In the debate
I laboured, lingered
When I had a thing to say
I knew it was too late.
I said
‘I’ll never lose the violence
In my mind
I’ll never find the silence’
Lay back down
And felt the weight of boot-on-neck
As she smiled sadly,
Told me that
It wouldn’t hurt so badly
If I’d just stay still
But I was never one for staying still.
Looping Static 