RIP RBG

Somedays, I have no words. It is best then, to pick up my brush or pen and leave the words to a poet. And how beautifully Tammi Traux puts it.

May Her Memory be a Revolution

Some say notorious.
We’re told the most righteous souls
pass with the setting of the sun
on the eve of Rosh Hashanah,
a sign that all is as it should be.
Let’s say glorious.
Let us grieve, as we must, as we should.
Cry, curse cancer, curl up in a comforter.
She’d condone that, briefly.
But do not descend into it,
for she would expect, instead,
dissent.
Let’s say meritorious.
Remember her.
Get up, rise up, speak up.
Do twenty push-ups.
Study something complex.
Eat some Chinese take-out.
If so inclined, adorn yourself
with baubles or lace, then
dissent.
Let’s be victorious.
Honor the tiny giant
who fought for us, for justice.
Quiet as a thunder clap,
make your voice heard.
She did all she could
so that we can
dissent.
Let’s.

— Tammi J Truax
Portsmouth Poet Laureate 2019-2021
Maine Beat Poet Laureate 2018-2020