For My Brother

By: Shono

 

        he was shot to death twenty-six years ago.

        so many moons it has been. but still he does

        not believe himself to be dead.

        he could never die.

        he would never die.

       

        how invincible are the boys these days.

        so when the shots rang

        out over hot summer

        west side streets   

        he was sure it

        must have

        been a

        mistake.

       

        and if a small crowd gathered to

        watch his blood-drenched body

        turn the hot & dirty dark concrete

        a crimson red, he never would have

        known – for he was already        

        high up in the hills – four

        legs bounding – walking

        between worlds,

        scouring the

        dry earth for

        medicine.

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Shono

 

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