A poem about the death of John McCain

Where in our stories

Of “heroes”

Do we make space for reality

So that we can acknowledge a man

Who survived a jail cell for 5 years

And who

Same man

embraced mass incarceration policies that put others in jail cells

Where is the space to acknowledge

That America’s national “heroes”

Have rarely been for the whole nation

That many including McCain have been “saving” some segment (white) from another (Black)

And yet I find little comfort

In somehow being on the same side

(Although opposite ends of it)

As Donald Trump

In having these mixed feelings in

and a lack of compassion for

This fallen hero