He is still with us. He is right here, right now, with us. How could it be otherwise? The word of the people’s poet is eternal. The truth he speaks has no beginning or end. Whispered or shouted from rooftops, in subways, on street corners, on crossroads where time stands still, it is the living word. How could it be otherwise? Even the blind can see his tongue aflame in the darkness. Even the deaf can hear his spirit-voice calling like a sacred drum. He is still with us. He is right here, right now, with us … forever.