porcelain & enamel, 5 x 6 x 7 inches
On the corner of Girard & N Watts
Noon, Monday, April 24
Shot once in the head, once in the stomach
I can hear the rapid pops-- is this the sound of life ending?
I didn't see their body, but I will always remember their blood, the pools & splatters of crimson where they breathed their last
In memory of Seitu Harris, the stranger murdered just outside my door. Never do I tread over the pavement that drank your blood without remembrance. grief. fear. anger. sorrow. worry. pain. longing for change. praying for hope.