Poem #1284: Elisha's Bones

In honor of Dr. Martin Luther King on the
 54th anniversary of his assassination.

Struck down
But not destroyed
He wears the crown
And still raises from the dust
Those cast to the ground
Like Elisha's bones
His words
Produce hormones
That makes a corpse
Rise again
Makes broken hearts
Beat again
Over n' over
Flowing down like a river
To bountifully water
A million seeds
That sprout into trees
Bearing fruit of justice
Righteousness and love
They bear the torch
He passed on
When he passed on
His words
Still spark a good fight
Like Elisha's bones
Giving brand new life.

Akpan