Richard Wright is A Trickster
Every time
I try to visit his grave
at the cemetery in Paris
I can never find it.
He demands of me from somewhere between the past and the future,
“I know that the living can be cruel, but
try to be among them
anyway.”
ALT A handwritten poem and a red tambourine with silver jingles on a stone grave with moss.
ALT A photo of a the poem left on a random grave in a Parisian cemetery (Pére Lachaise)