A repost in honour of all the 'regular' everyday people who have lost their lives to the Covid19 pandemic
cause célèbre
Gloria Vanderbilt died today
princess Diana, was on the news
beautifully dead,
walking the dusty trails
of Angolan land mine fields,
without protection
of any shields.
"I cried the day that Bowie died"
(and the world cried with you)
we shed our tears
our sighs & why's,
when a famous one dies,
but what of the good human
who slips away
without any voices,
without any words,
to say?
The one who gave much more
than they could spare
passes away, shown no care
the loved yet forgotten,
once fine
the downtrodden.
The mother who sang lullabies
dried millions of tears,
hushed thousands of sighs
with warm embraces,
with loving care,
slips into the nothing,
exits an unaffected world.
The lover once lovely
dead in an alley
or a ditch,
too many hits,
too many scars,
unseen unfelt
unmissed(sic)
by hundreds of
passing cars
Beauty rotting
cold blood clotting,
passersby
passing by
unaware,
would they even care
that she was broken
long before dead,
a world callous and cruel
undid her lovely head?
I understand fame,
I understand célèbre,
I understand shame,
I hang my head.
© J.C.
A repost, in memory of all the everyday 'regular', remarkable, people who have recently lost their lives to the Covid19 pandemic. Originally a musing on how much more 'importance' we place on the passing of 'famous' people, when every day, millions of everyday 'regular' remarkable humans die...what value do we assign to a life, and why should one life count for more than another, just by virtue of notoriety or fame or 'celebrity'... Anyway, it seemed like an appropriate time to repost this one...written the day Gloria Vanderbilt died last year. Way before we got caught in the grip of Covid19, and a new way of living was born.