O Scream

(o)

How long, how loud
enough
ear piercing anger
ear drum banging
“what can I do?
what can I do?”
till dawn
we do depart
with dusk
faithful
to truth
justice
and
the humane way.

Hemingway and his little bird
saved tucked beneath his vest
lovin’ those good ol’ fashion beans
dart dart little heart
midnight gone
and dey commin’ home.