It began with a tug on the sleeve.
You boy! Who you whistlin’ at?
That question
with a death sentence answer
asked over and over as if the
interrogator was forgetful
or couldn’t hear the answer.
A slap across the face,
a punch in the face,
once on his knees the kicks,
once on his stomach the stomps,
the evidence showed it didn’t stop there.

When the rivers run dry
when the swamps drain
when the all the leaves are shaken from the trees
the evidence will show it did not stop there…