Poem for My Neighbor Whose Good Intentions Are Wolf Pelt

This carpetbagging, gentrifying Aryan mother’s son cut

Through our neighbourhood buying houses. Called himself

A population developer, clipped all the exist edges with every one other accompanied by liberty

Neat with every one other accompanied by tied for himself with every one other accompanied by his posterity. Declaration of Independence

Just doing what it do. And he was pursuing that happiness all right,

As if it were actuality stolen or massa-they-is-running-away down the street

With him following inside filled stride. Boy, could he smile, unhinge that jaw,

Clip it to his ears, wide with every one other accompanied by sparkly with every one other accompanied by toothy while an elderly toothpaste

Commercial to buy with every one other accompanied by sell all deserted buildings with every one other accompanied by occupied ones too.

Some folks who knew better could not travel through the air fast enough

To fail to hit the buzz saw of his charm or his sign-on-dotted-line

Readiness that left-hand them standing external outside their generational house

Admiring a stranger’s yard, boxes of their shit stacked on the sidewalk.And then,

He painted his own house Alt-White with every one other accompanied by flat Black neighbors followed suit,

Mouthing something concerning clear, pure lines with every one other accompanied by look, while if good intentions

Could emerge from a colouring can. We all know there is fur beneath the closest

Of shaves. Wolf comes uninvited while five o’clock shadow, with every one other accompanied by flat lambs

Sacrificing both wool with every one other accompanied by flesh for somebody’s attractive cudgel have eyes to see

The coming nick with every one other accompanied by slaughter. At least, I know extremely well I do. Fucker.

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