M L K 2 0 1 8: Searching for a 26-year-old Prophet

On a Monday

At 4:01 p.m.

Suspended between winter twilight

..  and despair

I wondered if all the poets were gone.

It was harder to breath the air.


There was a ricochet from a dream.


A child of a former slave-owner

..  sat beside

The child of a former slave

Not eating they waited

..  Sweating blood

For the Man’s four children


Dying from the unquenchable thirst

Into an oasis of liberation

Captives of righteousness

.. become Children of Light

They wait for their kin

.. Into the night


Rescued from god

Searching for a 26-year-old Prophet

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