For Nick Feldman, RIP
You’ve
joined the ancestors
and
part of me envies you that reunion
although
I know you’d rather be here
fighting
the good fight.
Rest assured the
struggle will not end with you
or me
or generations
and
generations
hence.
All
I request is
that
you watch over us
marching
forward in
hours
too early or late to match
personal
circadian rhythms.
Send
angel’s warmth
to
over chilled, inaccessible cells
or
parking garages they’ve
turned
into temporary prisons
because
a few thousand pounds
of
mobility equipment plus human
is
hard to transport
and
they think making us breath exhaust fumes
is
a brilliant way to break spirits.
Request
of Most High
to
cover us in sun beams
instead
or rain drops
as
we keep on going forward.
And,
lastly,
since
you’ve arrived before I will,
remind
all our friends
I
am coming
still.
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