Another unarmed man is dead, 
Another neighborhood gone,
And what for?

I must be sad, I say to myself.
But no longer are there feelings. 

Only the idea of feelings. 

I buy my feelings from those who have them.

But they say it’s been a good year,
And just today, in front of Starbucks, 
I gave a dollar to the homeless man,
With a noose around his neck.

© Ramin Gillett