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Lake Michigan, Scene 15

Daniel Borzutzky

They beat me even though I did nothing

I don’t know what day it was

But they beat me on the beach

They beat me with iron paws

The mayor ordered the police superintendent to beat me

The police superintendent ordered an officer to beat me

The officer ordered his dogs to attack me

Then someone beat me with iron paws

Then someone kicked me with iron boots

Then someone shot me

Then someone buried me in the sand

Then someone scooped me out of the sand and dumped me somewhere

And I was dead

But I could feel the sand on my body

I could feel the sand filling my mouth

I could feel the sand in my eyes

There was an earthquake in my eyes

There was a tornado in my mouth

But after the storms passed it was peaceful and I was dead

And they beat me even though I did nothing

They said I was illegal

They said I was an immigrant

They said I was an illegal immigrant who roamed the streets in a gang

They said I raped people

They said I killed people

They said I smuggled drugs in my gastrointestinal tract

They said I didn’t speak the right language

They said my boss exploited me and I tried to kill him

They said my boss treated me well and I tried to kill him

They said my heart was dark

They said I peddled in blood

They said this was only war and that I had the audacity to think my body
could resist the state

Let death come quickly I asked

Let death be easy

But I did not know how long it would take

I did not know I would be under the sand forever

I did not know that in Chicago the bodies do not die when they have been
strangled or riddled with bullets

A journalist asked the mayor why they killed us

I am not responsible said the mayor

There will be an inquest said the mayor

We will bring the perpetrators to justice said the mayor

He was wearing a slim-ftting suit and he looked handsome as the hurricane
entered his mouth

He was wearing a slim-ftting suit and he looked handsome as he pretended
he did not live in a city of cadavers and rotten carcasses

He had gel in his hair and his shoes were nicely polished and he said there
will be an inquest when what he meant was that there will be an inquisition

I died and I died again and a voice said something about hope

And another voice said you pay a big price for hope

And I dragged myself around the sand and I tried to make it to the water
because I thought the water might carry me away but each time I took a
step closer to the water the water moved further from my body and there
were faces in the water and they were calling to me and I was trying to get
to the water

It’s what you do when you are dead

But every time I took a step towards the water the water drew further away

And the faces in the water were murmuring and their murmurs grew
louder and louder as I moved nearer and further

And it was only war a voice said by way of explanation as he
photographed my dead body on the sand
And I was dead though I was still breathing when I finally made it to the
water

And in the water there was another war going on in the waves

And it was only the beginning of the war that would kill me again and again

Contacts: Emily Wallis Hughes and Jason Zuzga at fence.fencebooks@gmail.com