Yon Cassius done gone and croaked,
cashed in his chips, paid the cost.
( no big surprise )
When Charlie heard
his throat all up and choked,
then, never really ever wise,
down deep, something snapped,
all ruined, wronged and warped and broke.
So he stopped and stooped to eulogize
a guy whose eyes never more
to be seen all welled
with emotion over some thing,
small, obscure, but bright
with life's thin brilliant thread-
a line, a song, a laugh, a look,
birdcall and wingflap,
books, broads, loves and lives
fought hard for and lost.
No, nevermore
(besides in dreams)
for lean Cassius
been found quite dead.
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