he loved to run
as he did
that day in february
and many days before

you saw him run
you sure did
then and then

you are the mighty sun
your daylight eyes
see everything
everyone who loves to run
with the wind
between those green poplar trees
guarding the trail
he ran that fateful day
and many days before

they saw him too
they knew the history
of the deep south
they have deep scars
buried like evidence
beneath the hollow bark
of justice

they could’ve
intervened
thrown a few branches

you could’ve
brought your solar heat
to bear
and saved his life

he
was
just
jogging

but you were both busy
doing what you do

minding your fu*king business

unlike those two
negrophobic
gun-totin
neanderthals
from jim crow georgia

they stalked
and lynched
my 25-year old son
who loved to run

and now he’s gone
like that southern breeze  
in ella’s song

****** from my world
forever

~ P
#irunwithahmaud