RIP
I think the worst thing that being a poet (especially of the political kind) does is trick you into believing that your self-indulgences are somehow revolutionary if you give them rythmn. And if you have any doubts about the usefulness of your work? Or how it's gauche to turn tombstone to canvas before it's even in the ground? Then that's perfect material for the next stanza.
So I'll avoid pontification and just say that I wish we had a world that was better. I wish those people could have been another face on the grid of one of The Apps that I scroll past rather than the subject of a million RIPs. I wish my people could be safe and free to do whatever the fuck they want. And I know wishes don't come for free. Not for people like us. So I guess I'd better get up and do something about it instead of typing about it.
RIP to Daniel Davis Ashton, Raymond Green Vance, Kelly Loving, Ashley Paugh and Derrick Rump.
The go-fund-me for the survivors and the families of the deceased can be found here.
I’m less online lately, but whsiper on the winds and maybe you’ll fine me! Always appreciate your support whether that’s verbal, financial (ko-fi.com/tayowrites) or whatever else.