Kiss this seal with your lips: Lollipops,
Kiss
this seal with your lips: Lollipops,
Hershey
Bars, Radical Youth, yet then still
Innocent,
yet then still ours, in the Commons
Of
Oakland. Cry your heart out that you lost
The
Radical Fruits of Play. Of all you
Stood
for on your own two feet, holding
The
ball, passing, waiting, observing,
Second
by second.
The
Oakland Commons lived.
It
breathed sweat and odor and hope.
The
CIA brought the dope
And
brought an end to all that.
Crack
was easy, it ate the Commons.
We
aren’t late, we really didn’t have
A
chance. Or dead. Long.
Just
a Wall Memorial for the names please.
Build
it to the moon, and leave it blank.
- Anatol Cordua (c) 2017
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