Ébola - Manta Ray

Jeremy Lee, at an ice-creamery

On the evening of October 10th

Lost fifty-five dollars and seventy cents

Was shot twice in the chest

And again in the head

The police found him dead by the walk-in

And he loved God so much

As he lay inside his bed

He could feel her sweep over his skin

Feel her filling the air with the weight of her care

He didn’t care what was waiting for him

How he’d cry, cry so much

Knowing that this was the end

And then feel like a leaf

Lifted by wind

How I’d love him so much that I almost cave in

Every time my hand touches the pen

So lower your cameras and switch off the spot

You shouldn’t be proud of the footage you got

'Cause there won’t be an end to the similar shots

That have happened, are happening, and can’t be prevented

From endlessly happening again

For all your pride and your comfort and speed of ascent

You’re heading too soon for a similar end

Maybe coughing up blood in a hospital bed

As your heart attack, cancer or car accident

Breaks you down to a place in the ground for your kids to come visit

And if God loves us back, now we know, out and in

She must have no control over this world’s events

Because no one deserves this much punishment

Now it’s late in the autumn and leaves line the bend

It’s a beautiful day for the first snow to land

So it’s landing on me and on Jeremy Lee

Who left this world gracefully, broken