I Can’t Sleep

 

 

 

Alchemy show 019

When I close my eyes I see the caisson carrying John Fitzgerald Kennedy.  I see his brother Bobby lying in a pool of blood on the kitchen floor.  I see Martin Luther King crumble on the balcony.  When I close my eyes I see another Black man shot in the back.  I see the twin towers come down.  I see the dead bodies on the fields in Viet Nam.  I see the maimed come home from Iraq and Afghanistan.  When I close my eyes I see the homeless family huddled over the grate for warmth.  I see the twelve-year-old girl sitting alone on a bench, waiting to have someone take the baby out of her that her daddy put there.  When I close my eyes I see the woman in the wheelchair being harrassed by a group of bored teenage boys.  I see the President-elect mimicking the disabled reporter.  When I close my eyes I see a lovely woman walking down a street in front of a construction sight where  men had paused from their work to whistle and call out what they would like to do her, and I hear our President-elect brag that women let him grab their pussies.  When I cose my eyes I see the child’s father carry bottled water up the stairs to his Flint home for his family but it’s too late for his child.  When I close my eyes I see people stranded on their roof tops in New Orleans and a body floating face down in flood water.  When I close my eyes I see the angry face of the President-elect.  I see his crowd raise their fists in the air shouting, “Lock her up!”  I see the the President-elect receiving too warm a welcome from the President.  When I close my eyes I see the caisson carrying John Fitzgerald Kennedy.  Weeks away the President-elect becomes President and the towers fall and the dead bodies come home and the family huddles at the grate for warmth and the caisson rolls down Pennsylvania Avenue.