Someday
I will be both above and below ground.
And both inside and outside of men’s hearts.
When my body is not yet cold.
Someone would use a technology
I could not even fathom now
And retrieve Michael Kusi’s poetry.
Let’s just hope their collection is complete.
They may ooh and aah
They may grimace
They may laugh
They may smile
And at the conclusion
They may collect these writings
And publish them as poetry from this time
For their time
To reflect for future times.
But wonder how one man could write so many times.
Congratulations, Michael Kusi
You have just been Emily Dickerson’ed.
I would tell you all she says hello
From the great beyond.
But there is an open mic in heaven
And I am about to speak.