Teacher say storytelling and poetry don’t mix.
I started doing this walk after
Returning home from a year in Baghdad,
Boxed and trapped in a cage called the Green Zone.
The walk was a stress reliever and a mind clearer.
Then events in my life took a detour.
I felt betrayed and dispossessed.
Somebody had to take the blame
To protect the Queen and her henchmen.
Passing back and forth through these gates
I renewed my strength, my sense of resolve.
I wanted revenge so desperately
But the only weapon I had was a pen.
That’s Robert E. Lee’s house on the top of the hill.
Well, it was community property
His wife inherited from her
Great grandmother, Martha Washington.
The government seized it after the war
To build a memorial cemetery.
Mary Anna Randolph Custis Lee was pissed
Until the day she died. Life ain’t fair.
I compose poems walking along the river
Inside my head. Sonnets, mean poems, sweet
Love poems that I would write down
From memory as soon as I got home.
The Key Bridge was named for the
Famous songwriter, Francis Scott Key.
He owned slaves. Georgetown University
Sits in the distance. The Jesuits
Also owned slaves.
K street is where the high and mighty work.
But it used to be the address of saloons,
Funeral parlors, and whorehouses.
They will never drain this swamp.
The end of the walk passes through
Georgetown and a homeless encampment
Under the K Street overpass.