I don’t wish death on any living thing,
But find it hard to know that Bowie’s gone.
That Prince no more will dance and play and sing,
While Bashir Al Assad goes rolling on.
Yet I’ll still play “Let’s Dance,” and “Kiss” Out LOUD
Not read Mein Kampf from first page to the last
Or watch Kim Jong Rant at a frightened crowd;
These hate details all fade into the past.
For though our monsters loom and always will,
In shadows they are doomed to spend half-life.
Our heroes bask in light, and always will:
Their work – they joy they give – defeating strife.
When death comes we can not escape its pains,
The beauty that we make alone remains
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