Rachel Armes-McLaughlin

They were going door to door
on a pale horse
in Minneapolis.

The largest raid ever,
boasts the bloated king.

But you know this
better than any.

Just the first day –
one week
into this fresh new hell –

and you were shot
for taking a video.

What did she say
when they shot you, dove?

Stuffed animal, air bag,
her face – covered
in your blood.

She cried out, It’s my fault!
But it’s not her fault.

You know.
Your wife saw you out,
with fear but with love.

Those masked monsters
shot you, point blank –

It’s their fault, full stop:

Death on a pale horse
in our streets.