How I gaze at the ebony wood sky, To see a moon, with a gargantuan crater, Through which an asteroid once travelled, On a day back in 1968, in Memphis. A crater called Oceanus Procellarum, The only one named as “ocean” In a vast valley of many sea craters. The bullet wound that has no … Continue reading MARTIN LUTHER KING (JR) BY DILANTHA GUNAWARDANA