for Sekou Odinga
what can be said of warriors besides thank you or maybe words aren’t of any use at all still silence seems disrespectful too pigs came knockin and caught your shadow in a glimpse in a whisper rumors of you spread over radios spread across every borough and then straight over the Atlantic to the brinks of liberation movements at the high stage war here and there is all the same when you know which side of empire you stand those of us who know enough know better than to say goodbye or think this is over your enemies still stand tall and we got breath in our lungs so it’s work to do your forever age the same year Assata went free enough to elude cold captivity Muslim New Afrikan Freedom Fighter may you rest and may we know no peace ’til we’ve done what George said must be done or until we can see glimpses of you in stormwater some proud whirlwind of ancestors come back to witness the freed nation they fought for the world molded more humane from their sacrifice