RIP DAVID BOWIE - 1 year without you
As you lie dying
They will gather like hyenas
Waiting to tear limb from limb
Like vultures they will circle
On rising currents
To pick your bones.
Each tasty morsel of your life
Will be chewed over
And savoured,
Each of your works
Revisited and reworked
To their own interpretations,
Your private past invaded
By marauders scattering
The jewels of your heart
All your lost loves
And collaborators
Will speak of your intent
As if it were theirs
To own
And the public,
Your ardent admirers,
Will mourn your passing
As if you were the only lover
We had known.
Copyright Josephine Dunn 10 January 2017
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