In our days we will live

like our ghosts will live

 

Then let us get to work

not in the service of

squealing like iron and steel on train tracks

trundling bodies like product

from one place to another

like cheap plastics

replaceable

 

not in the service of

getting ahead by making sure

that someone else is behind

struggling harder

not in the service of

“At least that’s not me”

 

But in the honor of

the free, living body

life unencumbered

aware and inspired

 

I want my ghost to live healthy

I want my ghost to live in sunsets

I want my ghost to be a reminder

that there is someone who cares

I want my Black ghost to help the kid

alive in the projects

with their english homework

 

In our days we will say

what our ghosts will say

 

Let pearls of wisdom

fall from my living mouth

as they will form on the lips

Of my ectoplasm

To ask you:

 

What is it that you are wanting in this

clamorous and magnificent existence?

 

Can you see your divinity

reflected in the eyes of a newborn?

 

Can you be a Rose of Jericho

and welcome the rain?