He taught to me to care
when all I could do was
in bottomless pits of self-induced
He cared about outcasts,
beggars, and thieves.
He cared about skeptics who refused
He cared not for power, recognition, nor wealth.
He taught me to find the divine in myself.
He cared for the sick and he healed the physician.
He was an innocent man who fell under suspicion.
For the priests in high places called him a threat.
Beholding to tyrants, his blood they would let.
If he lived here and now, he would run with the punks.
He would listen to Danzig and hang with the drunks.
He would hang with the addicts and the poor single mothers.
Outcasts like us were his sisters and brothers.
He would help the Samaritans crossing the border.
He would question the government and challenge the order
without raising an army or even a fist,
simply by showing us how to resist,
resist all the rage and the hate and the pain,
so we could get back to the Garden, again.
BIO:Lee Todd Lacks seeks to blur the distinctions between rants, chants, anecdotes, and anthems. His experience of living with significant vision and hearing deficits often informs his writing and artwork, which have appeared in The Monarch Review, The Quarterday Review, Crack The Spine Anthology, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Bop Dead City, Liquid Imagination, and elsewhere. In May of 2017, Lee Todd presented selections of his poetry at Stanford University’s Center for Computer Research in Music and Acoustics (CCRMA) in collaboration with a group of multimedia artists from the United States and Romania. In August of 2018, HellBound Books Publishing released his second book, entitled Nothing Between Friends.