Yellow Poem by BLT REI

You were a thin, yellowed man;
Raped history, scorched earth
In your own time.

Benny, I was sent to you.
I was made to bring white linen,
Clean dreams, and chilled, distilled water.

You drank from tobacco stained paper cups
Your little yellow garden, harvesting despair,
Wilted flowers of never.

Hospitals, police lights, mute platitudes
From forgotten, familiar faces.
Your death so clandestinely smeared