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Dear john

John’s gone

Loss to many of us lost

No longer an island

Midst the babbling waves

Tears shed for him

(and part of ourselves)

Fall, fall throughout

The procession of pale ghosts

Who lack either wit or wisdom

Frightened of their own reflections

Right badge pinned on straight?


Honest John

Father John (uncle at the very least)

Revealed a part of us

Never known to be missing

Made the poor wealthy

No need for glossy commodity


John’s gone

Bells name your name

Or a dark bird’s piece of land

Discordant perhaps

Who’s to say what form beauty takes?

You played the way by heart

Weep for what’s no more

Hear the tears of

Genuine sorrow

Though your legacy

Finds joy in unlikely places.

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