By Alexander Martin Remollino

History for you

was never a mere calendar of events.

Your pen was a million megaphones,

loudspeaker upon loudspeaker,

for the chorus of voices

silenced by official histories.

And now,

the last page of your life is writ.

But your annals

are etched in stone in the people’s history.

And so you will never be history.

*RIP*