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For this session we read a poem Two Guns in the Sky for Daniel Harris by Raymond Antrobus, posted below.
Our prompt was: “Write about a time when you didn’t know the words.”
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Two Guns in the Sky for Daniel Harris by Raymond Antrobus When Daniel Harris stepped out of his car the policeman was waiting. Gun raised. I use the past tense though this is irrelevant in Daniel’s language, which is sign. Sign has no future or past; it is a present language. You are never more present than when a gun is pointed at you. What language says this if not sign? But the police officer saw hands waving in the air, fired and Daniel dropped his hands, his chest bleeding out onto concrete metres from his home. I am in Breukelen Coffee House in New York, reading this news on my phone, when a black policewoman walks in, two guns on her hips, my friend next to me reading the comments section: Black Lives Matter. Now what could we sign or say out loud when the last word I learned in ASL was alive? Alive — both thumbs pointing at your lower abdominal, index fingers pointing up like two guns in the sky. © 1909 - 2022 The Poetry Society and respective creators