Did you think it would come to this?
My soul brother, suited and booted in green,
your bowler balanced on your ‘fro.
Speeding on the speedway
tongue tip tweaking your highness
to watching future millions.
The dawning of the age of Aquarius
could not foresee the tragedy
unfolding on that day.

The girl by your side, long since silenced,
did she scream for you? Fight for you?
Her blonde hair flashing like the thighs
below her tinied skirt; above, her blouse,
the silhouette that would save
Him who Caesered you.
As you lay ebbing into the undertow,
the music enveloping you, the angels
helping you towards the light while
the dark deep dirt mixed with red;
Did you pray then? Could you pray then?

Later, power off, lights out,
comedown climbing, ears ringing
the three hundred thousand dispersed
To homes and hearths, a new decade; while
Maclean dreamed of the day the music died
they sent you from the free love,
free music, free world to Vallejo,
Lot 63 Grave C.
My soul brother, suited and booted in green,
could you ever have thought it would come to this?

08/12/2007

Posted on 08/12/2007
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