Responding to Nora Chipaumire at BAM

Dogs barking fighting
Colorful clothes line sides but all wear black
Colorful panels line sky but we are in the dark
Gloves on, mitts up, lights up, spar time
Whistle screaming
Surrounded surround we are the surround
In the bump and play
Saved and sheltered
Throwing clay not rocks
Throwing shade not rocks
Hallelujah hallelujah is sung peacefully
While someone fights someone duels
They all play and contain
Til someone gets killed
Did taking a life remind him of being dog?
Ceilings become walls
And dogs become smooth walkers again
And the murdered picks up a saxophone
And descent is welcome, grind in the light
And the dogs bark again, further away now
And ceiling become themselves again
Gloves back on
Boys box and Girls dance
And Boys become prep school boys
Getting everyone moving
Multicolor sticks signal welcome and flamboyance and and
Until colorful sticks become Weapons and posturing

While we were distracted by guns the big dog descended
And everyone sat down to talk

And sing
And sing about wind
Sing to the falsity of borders
And one by one
turn into shadow dogs
Reincarnated again cycling thru again
And turn back into people barking to the past