All his thoughts like a fatal flu.
He sat on cold metal
contemplation is borring, pal.
But! Nobody seems to remember
henry anymore.  
Just another score of names for
Mr.  Blacks long list.
Henrys dead again.
This time for good.
He aint comin around
anymore.  He found
his final departure.
All of life like a swollen bruise
never stopped shrinking.
And now go the dream songs
and his longbeards inquiry.
And we are left to ponder
in his life changing opus to
what genius was.