Featuring Healing Verse Germantown community poetry.
Antonio’s Eulogy
A Child
Black
Yet loved to the brim of an empty Remy bottle
Not spilled, but poured in the name of the reflection.
And his reflections ask if they were going to be next.
Killed doing something legal like
Smiling, or laughing, or holding their children close
To their chest, or, like he was, walking to work.
The Library is now + forever be the place where
Your memory was seared into mine
Tears that flooded worse than Katrina.
The tears were necessary, for those waters would’ve
Drowned them from within.
Those same tears led to joy
Led to fond memories
Led to breathing
Led to proper grieving
Led to them believing life was worth living
All in the name of you my dear brother