muted by time…

soon
the only voice
i have
will be
what’s left
upon these pages
and i wonder
like
every poet
who will read
or
care
that my love
and
life
are here
not in the grave
or
with the ashes
spread
ceremoniously
across the sea
look for me
not there
but here
for
this is
all
that will be
left
of
me

11/22 + 4/4

black man laying
     on the court-house steps
staring into dusty dreams
     upon a mind’s shelf
tell me what have you seen
     that gives you hope
what words have your read
      upon that page of your life
that blood has not erased
     with its sudden moves
tell me old man if you can
     what are those words
that remain which are
     unspoken and unbroken
what verb or noun
     gives you hope enough to pray
or even to believe
     that you’ll be free
for even freedom is spelled
      with letters of hate and prejudice
but tell me old man
      what are the words you see
for i would like to make
     a  note of it
along with
     “ask not what your…” and i have a drea…”