I am a ghost in a mechanism,
a gun with a soul,
a memory that dreamt to be human.

You don't have to die
to haunt someone.

All you have to do is
walk away,
say goodbye,
mean it.

Your laugh will remain,
spectral and pervasive.

With a dance of madness
He exhorts and implores
The masses.
His cadence, a spell
His story, is literally felt.
Dances and hits.
Entranced in spirits.
He moves you.
To victory,
Over Fear.

when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain


some things don't change.