ANNIVERSARY May 7 1995
(for J O`B)
It is nearly that time again he said
to a deepening but furrowed skyline
of all that we encompass anew
It is nearly that time when we remember
he died almost one year of passed time
to our vitriole called living
I see the parting day we administered him
clear and without pain now but with memories
gone of the far
past in our dewy little enclave.
We were that past of the eighties and prior
to all before the present war of society taken
part of by his
talent for living, enriched us.
The trumpet may still be sounding
somewhere deep in him, drummed by a beat
of hasty retreat of this world.
Live on in your new world
Beat the drum
Blow death`s trumpet John.
It sounds for us too