This is the moment when monuments fall
To write another piece of history
That must be given equal weight as those
Who have weighed down our own stories so long
Memory is not only written on
The town square or other prominent space
Meant to keep prominent men in their place
It is written in graffiti stained hands
When a tag cannot simply be wiped clean
But its voices and names are reckoned with
Under the overpass as we travel
From where we live to where we are going
In one forward motion sometimes held back
By the weight of falling stone off the track
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Joshua Keiter 