Bruce Lee, A Star Sank In The Sea Of Art Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

The memories were drawn
Long ago before I was born;
That in the year of the dragon,
A small Phoenix was born.
.
Lee, the way of the intercepting fist.
His exit saw Hong Kong in the mist.
He - skilled on his toes and wrist,
A poet, more adorned as martial artist.
.
And dragon fell cold to eternal leisure.
There were more tears and a literature,
'Bruce Lee, dead by misadventure.'
But this was little to his merited honour.
.
And beyond earth's cypress and thistle;
Dragon - dead, silent and lifelessly gentle.
Flown from Hong Kong as skies did spittle
And buried somewhere in Seattle.