Mar/Apr 2018 • Vol. XL No. 2 PoetryMarch 1, 2018 |

Not an Elegy for Erik Rhodes

You could have just as easily fit another body here inside this poem that isn't a white man—hairless and muscular— whose storyline, it seems, is always to be the cop with a weakness for the perpetrator pinned to the ground in such a way that it sounds as if he can not breathe, the throat locked under the glazed forearm. The perpetrator is black and so are you, yet you insist on giving the shiny star another scene in which to shoot his wad one more time, when the scene of the crime is full of wadded bodies, who you too could be mistaken for, shot then shot on video in another kind of blue movie. Tommye, don't you wonder if you've worshipped this white body enough by spilling yours?

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Tommye Blount
Tommye Blount is the author of What Are We Not For, published by Bull City Press in 2016. A graduate of Warren Wilson College’s MFA Program for Writers, he has been the recipient of fellowships and scholarships from Cave Canem and Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference. He is from Detroit, Michigan.

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