chill wind screams
chill wind screams wailing
through tree branches caught off-guard
in dawn’s early light
souls of the departed soar
beyond this realm of sorrow
I wrote this short poem early this morning. I didn’t have Representative Elijah Cummings in mind. Nonetheless, the shoe seems to fit.
Cummings died last night at the age of 68. He was a son of sharecroppers, a civil rights warrior, a member of Congress from Maryland, and a fearless leader in the House of Representatives’ inquiry into Donald Trump’s dealings as POTUS, here and abroad.
According to Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the House of Representatives, Cummings recently said,
When we’re dancing with the angels, the question will be asked:
In 2019, what did we do to make sure we kept our democracy intact?
Indeed. A tough question for each of us, no matter which political party we prefer.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 17 October 2019
Image found at rd.com
Thanks to Reuters for the quotation above.