by Shonnese C. L. Coleman
The call…unknowing
The Fall…unexpected
The discovery…fatal…but
not without evidence of existence
SOUND THE ALARM PLEASE!
Arrested Development in
Harlem!
Our brother has been
called home and we roam aimlessly…
moan famously…noting those
humbled by his acquaintance
SOUND THE ALARM I SAID!
We need all hands-on
deck
Unfinished business to
protect
A life-breath with stories
told & untold…crated memories to behold
Safely holding your
memory in my heart
Standing witness with
everyone…eager to play/be a part of what’s next
What’s next from the
Detroit-born boy with a burst of gut-belly laughter
Expanding beyond the
highest rafter of every theater house he has known
Knowing his blessed
gifts…striving & achieving dreams so vivid
Growing young/old into
manhood…he lived it! OH YES! HE LIVED
IT!
SOUND THE ALARM!
SOUND THE ALARM!
SOUND THE ALARM PLEASE!
A Legacy Development in
Harlem!
Our brother has been called home and we now offer
evidence of his existence…
For
Rod Gailes OBC (1968-2022)
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