For mrs garner lyrics
by Clint Smith
we all watched as they turned
his windpipe into a staccato
of decrescendos
his entire body made martyr
unwilling we have been down
such roads before
they buried his face in concrete
we could see his right
hand stiffen
blood retreating in an attempt
to save the rest of him
when I watched it
fall limp
an autumn of heavy limbs
i wondered if my mother had
lied to me
about where the cracks
in the sidewalk come from