RP Logo Red Flame

Two Dead

Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin
Share on email
Share on reddit
Share on whatsapp


“soldiers are gunning us down” Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Speak through ripples/waves

In marrow they rise

Dried blood the language of the unheard

Don’t speak unless you want to hear dissent 

Recede like the tide till it rolls out to sea___

A storm stirs in the bones

Returns to the rivers____

Mississippi, Nile, Euphrates

Carry debris of silence gushing the names of the dead

The mothers, the fathers, the sisters, the brothers, the children

Stand strong asking not for condemnation of the perpetrators

They ask for sound to pour like waterfalls, flood the dam

Today I drop rose petals on a grave

Today others march through the streets

Today a father speaks about how his son was shot seven times by a cop

Today I hear temblors of silence inside the earth’s faults

And when it shakes, those who have been will have wished they had never been silent

— Nancy Kaufman

Pic of dead student on the ground on Kent State campus

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Share this post

Share on facebook
Share on google
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin
Share on pinterest
Share on email
Scroll to Top Skip to content