What are the passing days for those who that die as a dog?
Only the gorilla anger of the weapons.
Only the blasting riffles hasted that rides with the underdogs,
They can only patter out their quick orisons,
No ridicules now for them; no prayers nor blessings,
Not even no voices of mournings that save the depressings,
Demented choirs of wailing drops;
And the gospel calling out for them from sad bishops.
What candle sticks would be held to haste them all?
Not in the hands of the criminals to pick up, nor in the hands of the unjust,
But let their eyes shine in the spiritual glimmers of sad goodbyes,
The sad faces of girls pale skins shall be inside their tomb;
Their smell of flowers stationed in view in memories waiting on the dead to overfly,
And each of those slow the motion down of guilt, depression and emotion to draw down the length of their blinds.
In The Loving Memory of George Floyd
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