What if memories died
and were never fossilized
to resurrect? Our story
would be the lying hyena chapter
of his story told to two-footed
black pets about where they came from;
It is not enough to just live and die;
we must leave behind fossilized footprints
and resurrected memories for the children
to feast upon and unleash the whining
black panther spirit waiting to roam freely:
Let us who remember, to remember
what It is that we the living must be doing
to leave fossilized memories and footprints
for the children to resurrect and follow
that they too may be resurrected memories.
Let us no longer let Ourstory be regulated
to a day, a week, a month; rather, let it be
an eternal resurrected moment
for each breath of our children…and theirs.