Thursday, February 10, 2011

A funeral toast:
lest we forget
and forego
the lives we couldn't destroy,
try as we may,
in the making of sense,
in your case,
the fables,
the stories of our children
and respective copyrights
and holders,
this is our moment
I am tomorrow.
Rook takes pawn.
The objective objective behind us,
getting across,
the shortest distance between
two points is magical thinking
and that's how we'll keep score,
at least you are
today.
So for those who have aided our
most joyous of all descents
and their assorted spouses and caretakers,
a row of stars.
And of the queen?
Heaven knows, Jerry,
and is beaming.
Use your imagination.
And o the endless fields,
well,
we'll find a way
as is gravity
bound in eternal servitude
or vice-versa,
and excuse me,
they're gathering outside the walls.

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