spied some kids flipping verses
an seen they was alive
cuz dropping
imagery
bought how he had survived

all the

sex guns drugs lies

that damn videotape

on the six a clock news
going on about rape

if that’s all
ya seen
ya ain’t
seen me shine

bursting in the basement
articulating rhymes

exploding in the darkness
gang sign of the times

no friends
in my sins

but us poets
still spin
to the snip snap
of young fingers

each 1-a-them

be bringers

of Truth,

Revealers

of Light

sent here with
an order
from the blackest of knights:

they Voice shall

be heard

amidst the bullet

and bird

whispering wails

but within:

the

Word.