Colin Wilson, R.I.P. (Or, The Day The Thinking Stopped) Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

The candle has gone out.
Here in our cave
We fumble and we shiver in the dark.
Men always behave
Toward a wunderkind this way.
You wrote a bestseller and got a lot of praise
And you were so young!
It's a pity you didn't fit in
And go to university.
Good Lord! You didn't get any
Qualifications or go through the proper channels! !
You didn't say the words we wanted to hear.
The Feminists and Socialists are glad you're dead! !
Not going on about a dominent five percent! !
You thought for yourself
And a few of us remember what you said.
You were an INDIVIDUAL.
But now you're dead.
Now the sleepers can go back to sleep again
Dismissing you as a charlatan or fascist! !
How dare you be an optimist!
How dare you not give the rest of us some credit! !
Yes, you're dead, and now you can't answer back
And make us feel uncomfortable!
Let's see what's on the telly.
Who wants a peak experience anyway?