the air feels different
the heat feels different
my body feels humid, heavy, sad
the buzz of electric anger, energy
adrenaline blur
yelling til my voice was gone
up all night with widest eyes
every car was terror
every face was a question
is this a nightmare
is this a dream
growth won’t be taken away
everyone will remember your name
but shouldn’t have to
you are not a martyr
you are not a hero
you were a man that deserved to live
your life was meant to be long
it was meant to be full
quiet, known by a few
maybe ending in gentle old age
with only a few saying your name
everything changed
after you were killed
and it never should have
i know things grow
from death and decay
that the earth moves on
roots develop
green pushes up, out of soil
that is made up of past
made up of fallen, curled up
decomposing plants
that used to bear fruit
i know things grow
from death and decay
everything changed
after you were killed
and that never should have happened
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