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Perfect Form

North Charleston, SC, 4.4.15

Walter Scott must have been a track athlete

before serving his country, having children:

his knees were high, elbows bent

at 90 degrees as his arms pumped

close to his sides, back straight & head up

as each foot landed in front of the other,

a majesty in his strides.

So much depends on instinct, ingrained

legacies & American pastimes.

Relays where everyone on the team wins

remain a dream. Olympic arrogance,

black men chased for sport—

heat after heat

of longstanding, savage races

that always finish the same way.

My guess is Mr. Scott ran distances

& sprinted, whatever his life events

required. Years of training & technique

are not forgotten, even at 50. Even after being

tased out of his right mind. Even in peril

the body remembers what it has been

taught (boy), keeping perfect form

during his final dash.

from Starshine & ClayFind more by Kamilah Aisha Moon at the library

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Published in Kamilah Aisha Moon Poems

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