By Chase Ott (inspired by “Emily Dickinson and Elvis Presley in Heaven” by Hans Ostrom)
They call each other revolutionary. Gandhi mines
salt from the caves on the hillside and brings
it back to Kendrick. Kendrick explains hip-hop to him.
In heaven, Kendrick eats collard greens, creates
beats and creative lyrics with rhyme.
Gandhi is meatier, wears jewelry
and nice shoes, with a full head of hair.
They make beats together and play music.
Gandhi prefers they play together. Forever.
Gandhi is now marching for hip-hop, big butts,
dis tracks, collaborations, rap battles, Eminem and
Dr. Dre. The Beats by Dre make him smile
Kendrick likes himself with genius. This afternoon
he will create and rap a song about marching
with the lyrics from “Poetic Justice”.
Gandhi will beat a drum and bob along. Alone
in their hut and studio later, they’ll listen to the pitter patter
of feet and nap. They will not think of India
or Compton. They know why God made them
roommates. It’s because the world
is their hometown. It’s because
God doesn’t have
ADHD. It’s because
God meditates for the greater good.