Bones in Rat’s Alley by Dustin Pickering
Poem by Dustin Pickering exploring the moral complexities of the Chauvin trial and the precedent set by his sentence.
You got a choice between
a cop
and a man hooping—
who do you choose?
in rat’s alley where dead men
left their bones
we scour the shoulders of roads
for the skin of the lost
the world and knowledge uncertain
as night stems from the silence
of his singing cell
angels are kept bereft
of the hiddenness
and we know nothing
certainty is the only crime
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