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 & tempers bubbling on the surface of separate & unequal like so much Flood so close to home. the blue metallic 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!!