As I feed my Ancestors
With bourbon, with food, with dance, with burnt herbs, with blood, with songs, with promises.

I ask
I pray
I plead

That they hold those that are kinfolk close
Protect their lungs from gas
Protect their bodies from bullets
Protect their faces from recognition
Protect their wrists from shackles

May their eyes be sharp enough to see the embedded
May their phones work, their videos load and their signal never jammed
May they have access to all they need
May they be supported by their communities

O Mighty Dead
Move with them as they move forward
O Mighty Dead
Move with us as we move forward
O Mighty Dead
Move with me as I move forward

As we uprise, rise up with us!

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