Lana Hechtman Ayers Random Assignment What in nature could dwarf unjust murders by agents of human law? Not the rain that washes the streets of pollen and petal fall spilled blood and the spittle of a black man’s dying breath. Not the sun that pretends bright mood and warmth penetrating that soul of all who bathe in it— full spectrum white light composed of rainbow. Not the breezes that blow across continents and great waters across imaginary divides of greed— breezes joining breath to breath to breath all equal in lightness. Not the mountains that kaleidoscope through green, blue, grey, brown, black, golden, pink in changing light— each peak all races. Not the trees that bless the air with transformative life— trees of every shape, size, description drought tolerant torrent tolerant tolerant. Not the ground itself every shade of brown millions of years of heat and upheaval cooling and hardening and softening in great rains— gouged, relocated, steamrolled, tread upon. Not the clear not sky its firefly stars blinking from vast numbers of eons ago their code of creation embedded in every creature’s DNA on planet earth every one everyone. And none of it nothing of nature dwarfs the violation the violence of one human against another rooted in random assignment of pigment.