“And we must now reckon with what we have done to our own blood.” Ta-Nehisi Coates, Black Panther, No. 1

          know    
everytime you
lamp-light in the 
   army 

my 
    retired arms are 
patterned in a basket 

of week-old wild dildos 
ask “What shattered 
soon, Berryman? 
Fiction is a 
cop out."

          keep 
          up 
        again
        or miss our 
mouth doom
         mistaken 
       again

or 
       miss what's full
of sky and angel obvious
and desperately said 
in suicidal (irradiated) light

he would 
       spit in my 
          peers 
walking with my trampoline christian 
    multi-materials

no one locked an arrowhead 
         will jump a yellow 
bus it's fundament this 
aggressive carbon gown 
governs my nursing