by an anonymous contributor
This poem is dedicated to Garrett Foster and to his wife Whitney Mitchell, who has tirelessly fought for him since his death. On July 25, 2020, active duty US Army Sergeant Daniel Perry drove into a protest for Black Lives marching in downtown Austin, where he shot and killed Garrett Foster, a defender of Black Lives and servant of the people. On July 1, 2021, a Travis County grand jury indicted Perry for murder and aggravated assault. Perry was quickly released on bail and walks free.
The door Right this way The exit signs look the same At the jail as they did at APD At least to him He went home, free She, at the hospital With the one she wasn’t allowed to see She waited for hours Her head ringing from the screams He’s flown to Alaska She’s had to change where she sleeps He’s been “fully cooperative” She’s been thrown on the street With his car and his gun He broke the frontline So why can he still hear The sound of marching? The door Right this way He looks for the exit But now the signs say “To the Frontline!” Advancing, with her at the lead The one who pushed her Still present in the movement Driving her now She remembers the big blue eyes And the way they were drawn To the frontline And she cries out with conviction The people rally around her The production line The line for food, for work The protest line, the picket line - They all converge at the frontline Where he and she will meet