johnny case Poems
The huge corsage of mums
Was a cruel joke
The senior boys pinned on
Glori who nevertheless
Wore it with pride
On her graduation death-gown
(from Quintet for a Murdered Outcast)
Not every song has its day in the sun
Some singers no night to lighten.
Numerous were our beloved stars
Whose skies your eyes have forgotten.
Rush forward through the pages of time
Or find in stillness these telling leaves.