satirical wonder
of the globe
hidden away on an island
even now
influencing the outcome
the spring of the glacier
will have to happen without you
I see no cat
nor a cradle
just a corpse;
outlived by less talented
who live in spite of how worthless they are
you knew the true value
of knowing nothing
hush… the cynic in you
found the cynic in me
and I rejoiced in my love for
an inevitable
disheartening truth of death
as I was about to go on stage to say your name
in a quiet whisper
you floated on
and my whisper became a sob
and my lecture became an ode
you and Ceasar
finally share in the knowledge
of what is really going on
yet I pay no attention
as the world silences the black
humor and irony –
chanting your name
Author notes
Kurt Vonnegut Jr. is dead
Comments
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guilty of being fabulous
can we hang out sometime. I need to sing someone my songs to see if they're actually any good.
Sean
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Wow-
What a verse You have penned!!
I am near speechless~
Powerful images...and message~
Wow~
Missed Your presence here
Inhaled Your Author's comments~
sorry about Your Loss
Thank You for sharing Your Talent with Your quill~
Many blessings to You!
Best wishes too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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