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(published by Breathe Magazine (UK), Spring, 2001)
Richard, you sat in the shadows,
George, your quiet smile belied
Paul, your face was pretty,
John, thank you for the cynicism that
your fingers shining like starlight.
You rhythmically pulsated your
skins and steel with sticks.
Thank you for the magical tour.
the strength you gave to the
beautiful whining, weeping
strings. I still hear the sound
and envision the coming of the sun.
like that of a school girl, but your
off handed drive was powerful.
Tragically, you lost your lovely Linda.
Yet, with courage, you still say let it be.
turned mere music into questions for
society. Your words engulfed more
lands and people than those of Jesus.
Imagine the irony. You, too, were crucified.
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