You Can't Talk To A Deadman Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

Even if you try
even if you break your head
you can't talk to a dead man
he is gone
he has departed for ever.

But you people
the denizens of Baton Rouge
give him tribute,
follow his wisdom and
try to understand
the inner meaning
of the expression given by him
a couple of days before he was shot dead
' Don't let hate infect your heart.'
It was a black sun day, I shall call

The Tenth of July,
Year Two Thousand and Sixteen.
On that day the wise cop Montrell Jackson
and two of his colleagues
gave their valuable lives
when others were enjoying weekends.
Montrell left his tiny son and beloved wife
leaving them in this selfish world
all alone.
So good a cop
with feelings of love
and compassion for others
very much caring, he said
the other day
' If you see me
and need my hug
or want to say a prayer
I got you.'

At least visit the cemetery
where he is lying buried
lay wreath or even a flower
and pray for him.
Om Shanti! Shanti! ! Shanti! ! !