Monologue for Da, 2022.

Monologue for Da 

Every grain of yellow wood engrained in me,  

a yellow belly of sickness and twisted ritual. 

Gathering and compressing of people through singular tragedy. 

Huddling, blubbering, 

no hymns  

no godly comfort 

just speech and an agnostic skeleton of a church. 

Not that I disagree, it was cautious, 

awkward, and humanist. 

Celebrating a man who knew many but believed in none.