At the end of ‘Star Trek: Beyond':
‘In Loving memory of Leonard Nimoy'
and
‘For Anton'.
Anton Yelchin - the young actor
who plays Chekov
died in June 2016.
On a webpage reading the sad facts
I spy an article in which Carrie Fisher
regrets publishing journal entries
revealing a love affair between herself and
Harrison Ford (Han Solo) .
The terrible drama of our lives -
too much knowledge perhaps?
A feeling as of resignation,
our lives will be what they will be.
And they will end...most likely.
The truth will out.
It has some clout.
But, in the end,
so what?
So immensely important;
so not.
I feel sorry for Anton's parents,
any who may have loved him.
No doubt Harrison Ford must wish
this story never came out.
Let us hope all will be well
for all concerned.
This is not a well-written poem.
Just trying to capture the mood I'm in.
Does it matter? Probably not.
It's a record.
How long will it endure?
Why does it matter?
I bid you adieu.
I guess not.
Life makes no sense.
Things should not be the way they are;
yet they are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem