MW

Afrique solid man, on a pious innate following

Dirt poor? Dirt rich! Offspring wallowing

Soon sold storage in sailing ships

Soon upon their backs, branding whips

Soon The Crow’s laws they were subject to

Soon the word came, and way-returned, true

Soon sorrowful sorries for them to accrue

Soon and opportune, were beginnings, new

It lingers, it lingers, it lingers, it lingers 

the putrid scent of the misdeeds of humankind

that I've force-inhaled far too many times 

Sparring with rage that seeks to sprawl into mind

But in evil evening wilt the man's heart as he did view 

Shroude petrified iris, the same winter-land's sprig drew

Of the Evergreen, ever red spilled due his quick hand 

Echoes from a time forward, a devouring flame grand

Pain priced, weighed, and exceeded 

Bliss for the remembrance; his kin when they pleaded 

Bliss in youth past, "alright", all right disposed 

what say they then when his eyne closed

Never forget

13 days after September 11

11 days after Friday the 13th

The twenty-fourth of twenty twenty-four

Marcellus Williams breathes nevermore