Poems

Doin It To Death
(for James Brown)

d e a t h

you’re too late

he’s already sizzled stages

across every single state

splitting to the floor

with a cold sweat scream

slamming to his knees

t h e n

back up & spinning

shouting

please please please please

he funked a nation

a n d

he’s already done it

to you too

you’re too late

death