Friday, May 20, 2011

On the Loss of My Beloved Big Brother

They lifted you, up the stairs and out into the living room, marching right past us and our waiting, widening, worried and weeping eyes. They carried you as if you never had any weight at all, like black plastic bedding or a hammock elevated at the ends. But it was you; you they were taking, your body that they were fetching out. Your body! Oh Omnipotent God, let the ground open up and take us all!

2 comments:

Camille said...

Keep writing, my Brotha...

gar said...

I am very sorry.