Reflection on the death of Tyre Nichols
Why was I born human?
What did I do wrong?
Did Tyre Nichols ask
that same question
when a traffic stop
became a murderous rampage
front page news
the lead story
so I could sit
in an Irish bar
halfway around the world,
to watch his life
and the meaning of mine
ebb away
brutalised, beaten,
human, disgust
and curious,
obsessed,
by macabre spectacle,
not a car crash,
but a young man,
dying, pleading
for his Mum,
the lead story,
beginning
and the end.