Upon the news

of your passing,

I wept, I called out

to the Universe

and raged,

how I thundered and spoke obscenities

not used to the shape

of my mouth,

the taste of wrath and lightning bolt fury

scorching small white soldiers

ready to take arms in battle

and bite and gnaw at the heart

of that which dared

say it was your time to breath

no more;

upon the news of your silence,

the world stopped making sense.

Ian D. Hall 2017