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Missing the Dead August 24, 2011

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with props to Jim Carroll

Nobody told me George had died
I read it in a quarterly half a year later
At Ira’s service a thousand of us cried
The gaping hole left felt more like a crater
Marguerite moved south to run out her time
Now she’s with the Great Divine
She was a friend of mine

Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

Bobby was a biker, took me flying in his plane
But what brought him down was a tumor in his brain
His mom was the sweetest thing I’d ever met
She got married again, truly happy when she went
I didn’t even know that Dewey was sick
It hit me like a brick
Death is a prick

Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

Ingrid’s plane crashed right into the ocean
Jay had a heart attack while riding his bike
Eric OD’d on a holiday weekend
The Janes slipped away in the Great Mind Heist
Jim had a burial like no other
I toast you with top-shelf tequila, brother

Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

I got locked in a car at Stan’s interment
I had just wanted to say goodbye
John was nothing but mischief and laughter
Too good for the world, too young to die
Mary followed her husband up and away
I wonder if she saw me at the clinic that day

Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

Comments»

1. Jenny - August 25, 2011

I was unfamiliar with the song/poem by Jim Carroll, so I went and found it. I really like this tribute to the people you miss, and the rhyme and repetition adds levity. Laughter at the funeral. The last book my dad read had an opening sentence that read something like this, “One morning you wake up and you realize that you know more dead than living.” Your poem reminded me of that.

2. Deloney - August 26, 2011

I know the song of course. I think I posted the video when Jim Carroll died not very long ago. When my friend Dan read some of the stuff in “volta unplugged” he said I was a Goth. He said that death was a recurring theme. I hadn’t noticed, but he might be sort of right. But I’d still say I’m Goth Sunnyside-Up.

3. Mali - August 29, 2011

I’m sorry you’ve lost, but glad that you’ve loved. It shows through so strongly in this.


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