All night
Or rather woke often
Listened
Glad to hear the steadiness
Outside
A brother
Did not as well
Choked
Coughed
Scratched at our gate
Seventeen bullets in him
From a cop's gun
The cop thought
The brother pulled a gun
No one else saw
I did not know
I listened to you breathe
The night darkened
Brightened
Turned gold
The brother died
Cops stood around him
Then released him
To the coroner
I woke
And heard
Then read
And felt guilty
To feel such relief
I listened to you breathe
And will again
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