Spicaresque:

A Spanglish blog dedicated to the works, ruminations, and mongrel pyrotechnics of Yago S. Cura, an Argentine-American poet, translator, publisher & futbol cretin. Yago publishes Hinchas de Poesia, an online literary journal, & is the sole proprietor of Hinchas Press.

Thursday, December 10, 2020

SCOPOLAMINE

--para Adolfo Guzman Lopez, truth obstretician y periodista

Papers say the two cops
that shot a non-lethal 40 mm
projectile into the throat
of my friend, a journalist,
acted well within means
and protocols and policy.


Cops say the round bounced
off a pregnant protestor or
belligenrent ectoplasm, so
do over, and chas-chas on the
bottom of their personnel files?


But, what of the duty and
discretion of sworn peace
officers?


If I live under CCTV regime,
why should cops get to decide
when centralized bodycams power
on their Cyclopslog?


Police are not
butlers for abuse, true true;
but, clap on my friends that clap
on star chambers of pedigree and power
and we begin to gots sword-prollems.


Sending out bruisers to enforce
peace is like sending out a tank
because someone stole your changuito.

What of the steering column
of these elite, peace-keepers?


What of the humanists in uniform
that have seen this all before
maybe, in crooked-ass cuneiform?


Quizas, una lecture sobre modales:
When you discharge pepperballs as you retreat
everyone is guilty as shit.


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