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Too Soon

Marilyn Buck


In memory of Akil Al-Jundi,
Attica brother

I read your obituary
anger sweeps my bones

you are dead, 53
too young
life span swept away
by a berserk storm


blows rained
shots thundered
flesh whipped from bones
your body tossed bloody
into dungeon’s hole

you survived saved younger men
from Amerikka’s mausoleum

still, Attica's wrath
soaked through the mortar
of your mortality
     too soon
     far too soon

September 1997

This poem appeared in
Corrections: Literary Journal, (New York, NY) 2002