text on vessel reads:

On the corner of Girard & N Watts

Noon, Monday, April 24

Shot once in the head, once in the stomach

I can hear the rapid pops– is this the sound of life ending?

I didn’t see their body, but I will always remember their blood, the pools & splatters of crimson where they breathed their last

1990-2023

In memory of Seitu Harris, the stranger murdered just outside my door. Never do I tread over the pavement that drank your blood without remembrance. grief. fear. anger. sorrow. worry. pain. longing for change. praying for hope.