There was just no way I could describe
what was in that box. No way. And I just
wanted the world to see.

—Mamie Till Bradley, mother of Emmett Till, 1955

spent shells
from the
murder weapon &
racist fear
still menacing more
in the clip &
bubbling on
the surface of
separate &
like so much Flood
so close
to home.      the blue
alarm bell of anger
only cosigning
alligator foot-pounds
of torque: will walk
up one side
of yo’ ass & down
the other.      the blued
animosity of
black faces like
jagged glass
in pale moonlight.

henry 7. reneau, jr. writes words in fire to wake the world ablaze: free verse illuminated by courage that empathizes with all the awful moments, launching a freight train leviathan of warning that blazes from the heart, like a chambered bullet exploding inadvertently. His poetry collection, freedomland blues (Transcendent Zero Press, 2014), was released in September of 2014. He also has an upcoming e-chapbook, physiography of the fittest (Kind of a Hurricane Press), to be released in 2014. now, runantellyomamaboutdat!!