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after approximately 690 months ago
when his body electric
underwent a crash-dive;
James Earl Ray, the assassin
triggered pent up eruption
analogous to beehive

rent asunder courtesy
foo fighting beastie boy

or wracked linkedin
to predator videlicet bear
furiously tearing inside the colony
of Apis mellifera to reach the honey.

Humanity lost a supreme and foremost
ally, whose apt surname
associated as king

of social justice
principally for persons of color,
but generally a constituent
of righteousness suffused
society and civilization.


 

At nearly nine years old
and three plus months then,
I possessed absolute zero awareness

at above mentioned tragedy,
and as typing these words
57 years, 9 months, and 8 days later

ex post facto 
yours truly experiences more grief

for the unpardonable killing
of slain civil rights leader,
and he offered an unreasonably
rhyming reason quite chilling.

 

James Earl Ray never gave a consistent, clear reason for killing Martin Luther King Jr., claiming various motives like financial gain, revenge for a friend's death, or being part of a conspiracy, but his primary expressed reasons often pointed to a mix of racism, desire for money, and a need for recognition, though the House Select Committee on Assassinations (HSCA) in 1979 suggested a conspiracy involving monetary motives, and white supremacist groups, not just Ray acting alone.

He (the protagonist),
whose life unfairly
got gunned down,
(would currently be
95 years, 11 months,
and 28 days,
or a total of 35,063 days
if still alive would
most likely be appalled at
wanton slaughter and racial profiling
of those who proudly
consider themselves im-brown
far to often referred to
as a derogatory noun,
where hollow accolades
with pervasive redlining, redistricting, 
and rededicating a place name
such as district, street, town
poor substitute after those who fought
and lost their lives
to oppose (sometimes
fighting fire with fire)
to assert inalienable rights
of life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness.


 

Such brilliance gifted 
genus and species Homo sapiens 
aforementioned capital one figure 
indeed I lorded over 
Martin Luther King Junior 
his name lightly peppered 
throughout the preceding lines
classified as inimitable
a priceless boy wonder
matriculating at Morehouse College,
when just a lad of fifteen,
earning his Bachelor of Arts degree 
in Sociology from Morehouse College, 
his Bachelor of Divinity 
from Crozier Theological Seminary 
and his Doctorate of philosophy 
from Boston University,
and already exhibited being
a magnet and fanfare for the common man
issuing (analogous to Old Faithful) 
keen insight likened to 
profound fount of wisdom
to man/womankind sans 
witnessed the sandman
accompanying "Wynken, 
Blynken, and Nod" 
who in sync with father time 
apportioned, allotted, accorded 
approximately 1,230,768,000 seconds
if evenly distributed (for all intents 
and purposes) between
615,384,000 separate ticks and tocks
an infinitesimal wink, blink, 
and nod regarding the eyes 
of Laura Mars 
and the hands of father time.

 

"Tick-tock" represents the sound of a clock, where, as the second hand moves in discrete one-second steps; however, "tick" alone can be a very short moment, and in computing, a "tick" is much smaller (e.g., 100 nanoseconds), but for common understanding, a clock's tick is one second.


Crazy, how historians honor the dead

enshrining outsize personality unanimously 
venerated courtesy many a talking head,
and who knows 
maybe their soul floats 
like zeppelin made of led
whose spirits invisibly 
insinuate themselves 
(these supposed 
ingenious unseen wizards), 
whose peaceable modus operandi 
affects subsequent generations 
of outspoken rainbow people
who defy convention 
and celebrate lifetime commitment 
being gender-fluid, 
(a gender identity 
not fixed and can change over time, 
shifting between different genders, 
a combination of genders, 
or no gender at all, 
existing under the broader 
nonbinary umbrella) 
sanctioning same sex newlywed 
(or ho hum so yesterday heterosexuals
such as the baby boomers 
as would apply to me 
and my two sisters), 
who spiritedly pled 
(sometimes in vain) 
for abstract objectives 
such as diplomacy, harmony, 
integrity, magnanimity, and unity
among countless other virtues
to allow, enable, and provide 
freedom daring to tread 
(within acceptable parameters, 
and not impinging 
on the rights of others),
and also despite objections 
from traditions 
to pledge troth and wed 
whom he/she, his/hers,
their/theirs as a counterpart.

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