How do you say thank you to
a frail image of a dead character
you discarded years ago?
Probably by remembering when
chances of greatness were hot-breathed
and success awaited icing
In a timeless pause between critical
acclaim of your peers and their
death he remembered them
and laughed; it was then
you changed course as you must
and denied ever being
He arose from the dead today
smiling – hey, we’ve come
a long way since you left
why don’t we see who’s
still writing the crap you crucified
and make peace with them?
© 26 March 2010, I. D. Carswell
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