Twenty Three Stanzas for the Last 23 Minutes of Nate Woods’ Life
One.
The South is an open graveyard filled with Black bodies occupying an eternal residence for crimes they did not commit. An overcrowded mausoleum of names that could not be pardoned, because what is mercy in a land that trademarked what it meant to be merciless?
Two.
Nate Woods is now a memory in spite of evidence that suggests he should be present tens…
