Death In Bloom

Sincere condolences to the family of Treyvon Martin, and all families who have lost children to violence...May justice prevail, and sweetness endure.


Death in bloom,

tragically removed

this child, and so the warriors howl

Mourning sadly at the moon;

From sound, there is no escape

for the mother who last heard

her child, crying for help on a 911 tape;

Powerless rage; weeping for her

upon this stage, it is my prayer

for hope and for comfort;

for rest and for strength,

Because a part of a mother is gone forever,

And all the mothers know –

that even though her heart has shattered,

Even though her mind has shredded

from viewing her silent and motionless child;



She will still wait for him at the door.



Listening for that ringtone he got,

To hurry up and go the heck OFF, and save them all,

To put an end to this nightmare,

She sits alone; unraveling in silent moans -

A mother waits for her son to come home,

And in this, she has visions;

Visions of him running through the door, just like she told him not to

Time and time before;

She longs to hear his endearing calamity,

Oh, to hear it just once more…

She would dance for another chance to warn him

of a belly ache; his jaws filled with sugary sweets,

Candy bulging from pockets and teeth –

She’ll wait forever thinking, ‘any minute now…’

Praying for a knock at the door,

Hoping to jump with glee and say, ‘that boy forgot his key once more!’

But glee never comes to bring her son…



...and she becomes the restless night,

Silent nails on the chalkboard of life,

Waiting to hear him coming in,

Longing to spy that twinkle in his eye,

Yearning to see his mischievous grin,

To marvel at how it’s still the same; how it hasn't changed,

And she thinks out loud, ‘he’ll be back in a little while’;

But death is in bloom,

with no doubt to blame;

and that arrest won’t come too soon,



For she'll never see her son again.



Never see his shining face,

Just a killer in its place, who pursued to insist,

Took unprovoked aim, and did not miss,

No warrior will be content with this!

Not the men, and not the women standing tall

for compassion, accountability and justice for all;

Not the mothers of earth; not the warrior woman

whose treasure was stolen; and whose heart is broken,

Not the leaders who have known this pain,

Believe on your knees, then stand and take action,

that justice may and will prevail, for

every child is worthy of protection,

No justice, no peace,

And this without fail

By © Arkay Evans 2012

Author * Poet * Speaker

www.arkayevans.com