Cancer crawls through veins, in vicious barbarism.
It marks the wicked source, of an emotional schism.
So we dine and converse of anything eternal,
An autonomous king became paternal.
If his life was known for pacifism,
Why did death offer only cataclysm?
Maybe fate will have us meet once more,
In a different time and on a distant shore.
Dedicated to God Murphy
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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