Tuesday, March 4, 2014

"The Lost Song"

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 courts
Your lost song’s beat.
Tree limbs tapping feet-
House draft vocals of sorts.

Colorado would’ve loved you.
Unlike your cold Ocoee shroud.
(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.

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