A Eulogy to the Earth

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It's harder to trace the path a teardrop makes
In the dirt of a dark brown cheek
Than a white one
But the colors of the world will reek of misery all the same
The rivers of the world will flush flame red
One last time tracing the path a raindrop makes
On the bed of dark brown soil
Only to spoil and dry in desert dust
Because there's just aint no more water
Because brown never did let drop reach the end of the cheek
Before it got wiped away
By the hand of the desert wind

To the Earth
Because it is not only white people
With dreadlocks and flower crowns that will miss you when you're gone
It is not just the sweet death of hippie LSD free dancing music festivals
That will sing graveside at your service
Not just Jessica and her open backed funeral dress and witchy woman vibes
That will cry and bless your wake
Not just Jake
In his Patagonia jacket and Subaru with roof rack carrying the casket
Or grandma Samantha and her gardening club sitting in the pews
You will be mourned by far more than this
I will sit clenched fist, head held high and lips stitched shut
So "I told you so"
Doesn't slip out over the Broccolini at following reception

And outside of the spectacle in the Connecticut church
They make to convince themselves they cared
The world will cry
My friend
You were loved
By more than just the people who killed you
You will be missed
By more than just the people who told us we were not allowed to see you

Before the blacks were forced to fill city blocks got redlined into boxes
They knew you
Were largely responsible for anything that grew in this land
Neither of us loved the extortion but there were days the sun baked us together
When the weather turned rain we would both rejoice
The boys would stomp up and down and knead your wet skin
You'd throw up a thin splatter of blood the same ruddy color as their feet
The oceans rose up to meet my ancestors off the passage
The tacit choice to side with your deep over their shallow
Neither of us wanted any part of this ending
Somewhere on the continent
The arms of a Baobab tree will be bending up to the sky asking you to come back
There will be black people beneath that tree doing the same
People who knew your name
Muttered it long before your famed grand exit
You were loved
By more than just the people who killed you
You will be missed
By the people who were told they could not see you

Like the true warriors of a million different tribes
Who died heaving a sigh of disgust
Knowing full well what happens when the people lose their Elder
Their knowledge
The solid foundation that comes with being a part of your land
The understanding that comes from our mother
The cardinal directions
Large sections of open land known only to the eagle eyes
Or the shock wave that fans out from a drum in the night by the fireside

People who knew you
People who, if any of us bothered to hear would tell us
How and what to fix
What I am saying is
Though I am half flower crown, half town hopping road trip hippie
Though my blood sticky feet show you more than some
Though my Pontiac in the parking lot comes complete with sun roof and roof rack
I will want you back when you are gone

You will be missed
By the Americas, and Africa and the Southeast Asians
By every nation, the indigenous and the ripped out pages of history books
By the village fisherman's hooks and forest floor cook fires
By the tired fighters who share your death
You were loved
By more than just the people who killed you
You will be missed
By the people who were praying to God that this world would see you

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