If I die,
Let my name be remembered,
Letter by letter,
That chalk, goes rhythmically
At the sound of everyone’s heart
Infuriating everyones mind
Letting behind the fact that I’m dead
Ignoring the long awakening after it.
After I die,
I want the people I love to rant my name
In circles at the sound of some music I probably won’t remember, I want other people to look from a far, and mistake you for a ritual,
I want my name to shake the heavens,
And your feet to shake the earth,
I want the chalk to challenge the mind
And the letters the soul,
My poems will be better when I’m dead,
Or That’s what I’ve heard,
My name will be known through lands I’ve never heard before, I want rain to shatter the concrete when I’m gone,
And sand to burn the feet of those who are wrong.
My name will be heard.
And you’ll be there to witness it.
⁃ Just Blank