PAST LIFE
POETRY
What had happened to him
WRITTEN BY
in a past life?
in a past life?
Annabel Bach
Prelude or prelim.
That made him wince at the sirens.
What had happened to him
Primmed up in 05’ rollin’ snake eyes on a black die. Hearing sirens roll-by scared to shit, focused on a prize. “I would advise, you boys to keep moving.” Refrain from goofin’ or improvin’. “It’s late past curfew.” A profile constructed from rear-view. “You match the description.” Depiction turn infliction. The way his attention hits the corners of his pupils, and the back of a baton. The way it plays out like a ritual, ode to a Black swan. The removal and renewal of another soul. Youthful yet brutal, symptom of the patrol. Pig dice, skunk, and beetle. When murder turns legal. Take the power from the people. More funeral chords ring out of the cathedral. Corrupt courts and lords make death look regal. Red blood on the steeple, and a blind eagle flies overhead. MLK once said, “If you can’t fly, then run”. It’s funny. He musta’ not been on the peering side of a gun. Behind a badge and a number. Heartbeat like drum. Neighborhood like slum. Torment like numb. Gravestone like son.
33 | VINDICATOR
That turned his anger into silence. What made him cut his hair, and afraid to repair. What had happened to him in a past life?
