I dont know how to say goodbye to a man I never knew.
Clifton. Tail gunner ,Lancaster bomber.
1942.

I tried to write his story but I came up short. Black man fighting to free the world in his Majesty's air corps.
1944

A man who answered the call.
One of many. One of a kind.
A man from the colonies..Belizean..
Family man, father, patriot.

Has fired his last round.
R.I.P.

To tufted ground he fell but he was smiling on the way down
he must have seen it coming and cashed in his chips,Maxed out his cards, used up his frequent flyers.
The landing was in slow motion and he seemed to like it.

I saw the Last Mohican  pull down his Wiki yup. He had a knowing smirk. All in a days work pay me later or pay me now.A casino or two for genocide in lieu. But what can a guy do when his number plays ?

I saw Robin Williams Throw up his hands. God I loved that man but it was no surprise. Too many voices in that chock filled head.He and Johnny winters cut from the same cloth.

I saw The Man In the Moon wink last night.The orb burned bright and the loons craned their necks to catch a glimpse. The tide battered the shore meanwhile and the Raven croaked "Nevermore" in the silvery light of the shadow painted night. "Nevermore"

I heard  the gusting wind last night as it wiped the face of Kilimanjaro and dusted the Sahara in shimmering specs of glassy sand. A solitary Date palm surrendered tasty fruit to the grateful earth.
Joe Camel had a flying fig as he puffed an unfiltered and blew smoke rings thing of beauty and skill.

I heard the Howling wolf far up in the pines last night to no one in particular,just doing what nature dictated. He looked around slowly for approval, got none then sang his song again after clearing his throat.  

I smelled the tangy scent of burning Rome on the hill as politicians fiddled for the lobbyists and corporate constrictors.  The Senators donned fresh togas and drank heady wine from golden goblets.
"Let them eat cake"
Same arrogance, different century.

I ran down to the river to wash the blood from my wounds and seek shelter. A pack of sprinting  zombies in hot  pursuit. Good thing they can't swim. A pound of flesh each was more than I could pay and live.
I. incessant
R. ravenous
S.Sharks      

I pulled my coat tight around me and leaned into a stiff ill wind as
Down the road I go.
By the way what does an ill wind blow ?

Those early morning sermons
With foam and salty sea spray
Churning.
The cool receding water with sand thinning between my toes and seagulls.wheeling in azure ectasy.
When days seemed unending.
When
Strolling miles unending to find treasures washed ashore.Driftwood and natures wonders presented as shells as gifts long dormant on timeless ocean floor where creations song did sing along to things unseen. When living life was just a dream
Carefree.
Then burning sun dipped slow and quenched its daily thirst in western leisure
And then proceeded.
Seeking rest so sorely needed when busy day was done.
Brilliant rippling orange blood red repose..sinking sun meets nurturing sea.
When day was done.
To slumber and rise in eastern skies
Another morning dawning
Sweet surprises..I awake and the sun also rises. Anew
When dreams they fade another
Round.Another day.
When life is there on full display to walk on sandy shores feel and taste the bracing air at rising.
At best and basic.
Nature fulfills each promise given.
When ?
Always.