Art in the Time of Corona - I Have No Words

Another black man killed, and in my city.

Again.

And again, it was done in a wanton act of cruel disregard for his suffering and no -absolutely no - regard for his intrinsic value as a human being.

I have no words.

I have no words, and so I give you "No Prophecies Remembered" - and the heartbreak that all of his prophecies and promise - no matter how flawed - were crushed during the eight minutes and forty-six seconds spent kneeling on his neck.