5/23/67
R.I.P.
The house that is on fire
pieces all across the sky
make the moon look like
a yellow man in a veil
watching the troubled people
running and crying
Oh who gone remember now like
it was,
Langston gone.
Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2020 by Lucille Clifton, “5/23/67 R.I.P.” from How to Carry Water; Selected Poems of Lucille Clifton, (BOA, 2020). Poem reprinted by permission of Permissions Company, LLC and the publisher.