After you involuntarily defected
I managed to find words others selected
to grandly commemorate your life
When I read of the third person you
and try to embrace elegiac points of view
I have to admit I feel…nothing
Maybe there is some cyber symphony
playing in the sky you can no longer see
pounding on so many drums you can no longer hear
But I keep reading my “google bible” verse
and try to imagine the funeral crowds disperse
once the scripted lamented chants are silent
Soon the vicissitudes of chemistry will prevail
and the third person you will set sail
to the land of oblivion, until I find another eulogy
or someone writes one for me
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
After you involuntarily defected
I managed to find words others selected
to grandly commemorate your life
When I read of the third person you
and try to embrace elegiac points of view
I have to admit I feel…nothing
Maybe there is some cyber symphony
playing in the sky you can no longer see
pounding on so many drums you can no longer hear
But I keep reading my “google bible” verse
and try to imagine the funeral crowds disperse
once the scripted lamented chants are silent
Soon the vicissitudes of chemistry will prevail
and the third person you will set sail
to the land of oblivion, until I find another eulogy
or someone writes one for me
written last summer when I was googling names of people I knew in another city and found many of them had died, when they were in their 50s
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