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Letter to my late brother xx

 Dear Baity,*

*Mikey Maginness and I played in the band Bait between the years of 2003 until his death in 2021.

 

Dear Baity,


It’s hard not having you in the living to jam with

You took me out of my creative solitude

My words shifted and I became saner more collegial, more brotherly towards humanity

Less interior

At times I feel lost inside my mental maze

For hours and days


I wanna rock hard

I wanna scream and sing for hours

 

But all I do now is speak

Or occasionally a brief car ride shriek

But I’m always alone

Too self-absorbed despite my belief in the universal siblinghood of humanity

And treating one another as such

 

You also made me brave

To call out at the crooks

& shout it from the rooftops

To sling stones at their icy pleasuredomes

Because they desecrate the earth and her children

& must be called to account

& we must persist in this project

We whiteys need to grow some guts

& put aside our pettiness

& band together with everyone

And blow down the walls of Jericho

That leave the violators inviolate

 

Fight

Fight

Fight

Against Apartheids!

 

©Malachi Doyle 2022.

 

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