for Stretch a.k.a. Randy Walker
Recall our young dead. The FallVisits us like a sickness,
Blood dying beneath more blood,All of us waiting for shawls
Of light to cover the mud-Rich earth, wet from rain, graves slick-
Ened. This is not about end-Ings, but the style a death brings
Forth in a song. On the 4thTime I listened to Pac rhyme,
I watched his immobile eyeCast into darkness. A sad
Quiet. Why disturb silentAir with a Prince’s hum, heir
To slaves whom were the heirs toKings, whom were slaves to something.
There’s no world for our Kings. ThereAre just those who rule them. Carve
My name in a stone’s flesh, lieAnd give me reasons to stand
Above the dirt. Tell me, love,What is it that makes you shut
Out the noise for more noise? Shoutyour god’s name. He begs for more
Songs. I know he longs to longFor you. I know he longs for
Longer times to long longer.