Silver T e a r in your P a l m
I can’t remember the tale
Of your sacrifice, I’ve seen
So much tragedy in history
That before the story ended
I turned away, aware, preferring
The fables we tell ourselves
Stories recited by grandparents
Felt more believable
I had held your palm
With splinters of revolutions
Most did not do anything
To bring the times forward
I recalled how you let your hands be held
As if our little measures of
Tenderness, could save us
But we knew what was coming
It’s hard to remember the future
But we could feel it in our bones
It was extinction or change
And there were moments like that
In evolution, they would arrive
At our door pivotal and in those
Circumstances, our destinies seem
Made and sung by other actors
Our Wills bend to the times
The predictive analytics told us
All we needed to know, those
Algorithms didn’t fail, had no error
So I did what a young person does
When he’s given an opportunity
To show how mature he has become
I kissed you, as if there was no tomorrow.
Wuji Seshat 