the very first thing I want to say
is how fucking dare you
I still clearly recall
the anchovy pizza
and the lemon mint smoke rolling from your nostrils like a dragon
just days before it happened
All their heads hung low, silhouetted
backlit by the bright lights of the stoop
“did you hear” in a somber tone
who is gonna care about the plights
of the workers of the world now?
who will take up your onions and potatoes
and your human rights awareness marches
you who sowed the seeds of change
to not under change’s shadow sit
advocating for a more just world even in death
the second thing I have to say is
Sorry I haven’t let you rest
I still whisper your name
when I stare into the void
Stuff Cam Wrote 