Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Steve
you died strong
a crown on your head
crucified
on that fence away from town
the spear in your side
a reminder of why you were fighting
and who you were dying for
and the sun
the glorious, glorious
Soweto sun
pearls of sweat on your forehead
and drops of blood on your chest
and the earth
red and dry and parched
cracked and broken
aching for water
beaten down by the sun
the glorious, glorious sun
now burned forever into your heart
even as it ebbs away
slowly
in a whisper
to silence
¶ 9:32 AM
