Literature
Dead legends are italicized
Snowball is dead in the garden.
So is Marlene Dietrich,
bitched from the start.
Give us a moveable feast, a solemn owl;
death in the afternoon, hot coppery scents
of short and happy ironic deaths--
moveable feasts of hot, happy dying
in tents and death wagons, in bullrings.
(Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!)
You will die like a dog for no good reason.
"You know he hated women..."
"You know he blew his brains out.."
No icy queen was ever your first love
though she was beautiful, like a May fly.
But fishing kept you warm, Joe and the boys
riding boats and barstools and wait