To the 16 drops of rain laying prostrate on my shoulder
Mingling with the sweat like a mixture of cassia and myrrh
Anointing my resistance with the oil that pulls from the pavement when the heaven’s crack and cry
Your brethren come down like confetti singing in a chorus,
a psalm sung from the hymnal of the damned welcomed home
How long
The heartbreak shouting from the Sheol in my lungs soothed and silenced
Well done
Good
Faithful
A servant to the rage and silence
Tonight you ran with violence
The yoke of the road is easy
my burden in the street light
Selah