It saddens me that I learn so much more about some people after they have died
Things I wished I’d known while they were alive
So maybe just maybe I could have met them and had a chat about them
Still reeling from Derek Walcott’s passing, I am confronted by that of Darcus Howe
Two men who through their lives proved that the pen could be mightier than the sword
That discourse, ongoing, changing and cathartic was a human ideal
That poetry and politics, which often people say they don’t do or get, have a firm place in our lives
Rooted in the Caribbean but international in their presence
Blazing trails and inspiring
By no means neither good nor perfect but that was never the intention
As spirits as in body, their legacy echoes
To thine own self be true
Do you dare?
