Spring 1991 • Vol. XIII No. 2 Poetry |

And These Are Just a Few…

This poem is for the epidemic dead and the living. Remember them?Your neighbors, your siblings, your daughters and your sons. This poem is for Robert, remember Bob? He told me my lover's name Before we had even met. Then he went dancing alone until daybreak. This poem is for Wilbert, remember Will? Who served his countryWithi diplomacy and grace. He showed Africa that we all are kin. This poem is for Joseph, remember Joe? Whose longingFor the language of black men loving black men became our lore. This poem is for Samuel, remember Sam? Who taught those who couldBarely read until the skin around his mouth peeled off in pages. This poem is for Joel, remember Joel? A dazzler of demography, A man for numbers, student of the migratory patterns of mankind. This poem is for Gridley, remember Grid? He cried when he got sick,Then left Peru for Wisconsin where he felt safe. He died there. This poem is for Allan, remember Al? Who loved theater and dance. He worked with hom

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