By Darlene Roy
Virtual Pop(u)lar trees bearing strange fruit, like
our Erics, Michaels, Philandos and Travons, compel
vexed voices to oppose fertile lies. Hurling
Molotov cock-tails and bricks, awaken’d ebony
throng assails armed forces. Slogan laced posters
race toward fracas, where police stand ready
to slay or hold rioters at bay.