Oscar Mireles Poems
In the seventh grade in 1968,
playing football on the school playground
I heard that
Martin Luther King Jr.
had been assassinated,
Some kids cried,
other students didn’t know what to feel
I felt a little sad.
I headed up to the third floor classroom
for my fourth period class
at Washington Junior High School,
I realized I had to step it up a bit
cause I was running late...
As I turned the corner and
shot up the final set of stairs
I saw an unfamiliar black face
at the top of the stairwell
with his eyes...
The Wrestlers Funeral
I still cannot remember the first name
of the funeral home but the second name
was Hooverman I think
and as I tried to follow the mapquest directions
I must have pressed scenic route
because it had enough twists
curves and large hills
to resemble living a hectic life