Love this poem by J.D. Scott. It’s about Mike Brown.
“It’s the same sentence again
and again and still it’s not enough.
Steal a bag of chips. Make it Skittles.
Make it a Popsicle and read me
the riddle on the stick: ‘How many Black
bodies does it take to _______________?’
O who will be the accountant and sort
through the dead that fill this silence?
Who will answer?
Who will be accountable?”