MY MOTHER
AND GEORGE FLOYD

My Mamma
Also cried out 
Mamma! Mamma!
Twice 
Before her 
Final exhale 
Right before she slumped
Forward in the passenger seat
She too wanted her Mamma
The first love of her life
In her final moments
Crying out for maternal safety
Craving primal comfort
And there was no knee on her neck

DYING DECLARATION

Mamma
I can’t get it out of my head
Mamma. Mamma. He cried 
My stomach hurts, my neck hurts, everything hurts
He was looking for someone to give him comfort
Mamma
To take away that pain  
Mamma
Someone to take him home 
Mamma
And close the door
Wipe his brow
Hold him close
Tell him he’s a beautiful boy
Mamma