“. . . Regret for all those
we’d lost, I had to say goodbye to this man,
no knee now to hold him fast. Not a day
gone by since when I haven’t walked back
there and looked up, trying to see what
he sees. And today, once again, I am
swept into the march as it turns the corner.
And we chant in unison for Black Lives Matter.
And we chant for all of us not embraced
by the village, fearing we will need
to burn it down to feel its warmth.”
Excerpt from the book, ENOUGH “Say Their Names . . .”