August 12, 2017
Did you die today in Charlottesville Virginia
even just a little?
Did you kill
just a little?
Did your voice ring out clear, full and righteous
across the miles that stretch between us?
What was your intimidation; weaponized words or a gun?
I drew you to me across state lines
fist to orbital socket, I heard the satisfying crunch
of collective moral injury,
this IS us
we shout into history,
an exponential number of voices shout back,
“the worst thing you can do is to lose hope.”