Why did you die, McV?Leaving such a good song
To remain unsung, everlong?
A shame for you, a shame for me.
Sometimes the wind courtsYour lost song’s beat.
Tree limbs tapping feet-
House draft vocals of sorts.
(Artists funeral ne’er draw a crowd.
Less their riches cause great rue.)
Good Friend McV, visit me again.Sing your song, “The Utopian”
I can’t sing it for me, or any man.
Dance your melody-for my soul’s wan.