A poem for my late brother Calvin? Comments/Critiques/Reflections…

My Hero Calvin
by Koye Lott

You couldn't help but see
the spirit of Shaka Zulu in him…
Tall, dark, and brown skinned
muscular man of six and half feet tall
No fear at all…

He had this unique beauty in his smile
See his teeth laid straight and flat in the front
like pearls in a chocolate face
He sang bass
deep as a river that rang in the air
Like God gave him a voice that came from
everywhere
He inspired me so much
I looked up to him in every meaning
of the word
Every definition of a brother he was
he was pure love..

As I stood there over his coffin
my eyes overflowed…
Angry at God for taking him so soon
wanting to trade places with him…
wanting to climb in the coffin next to him
willing him to get up
and not be gone…
But also feeling sad because
the last words we ever spoke to each other
were in anger…..
Calvin I miss you