(almost a gigan for gil scott heron)
we cannot write a eulogy for you
period becomes ellipsis
like battered prophecy in vein
tomorrow claws our collective back
monkey knocks teeth forward holes
soul on shiver smack on cage
choke hold every stolen page
rage to proof that lines do make us bleed
and you were in our heartbeats all along
slice the forearm skin right off the news
we cannot write this eulogy for you
soul on shiver smack on cage
you steal the present into final stage
we memorize your face a fading blue
and we would quit, breathe water, heal for you
but you remain to make us beg the task
be
last
by alexis pauline gumbs
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