'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,  Taught my benighted soul to understand  That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:

At the end of my suffering  there was a door.  Hear me out: that which you call death  I remember. 

The Boy died in my alley  without my Having Known.  Policeman said, next morning, 

& what if hope crashes through the door what if that lasts a somersault? hope for serendipity

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely [On the bus two women argue] by Claudia Rankine On the bus two women argue about whether Rudy Giuliani had to kneel before…