On the Death of Richard Holbrooke

Rough seas, brimmed with foam, shall rage in silent shadows now Inconsolable love, the great oarsman is no more Corridors of power heed this dying! void's the bow; Helmsman gone, gone suddenly the statesman, and bleak oar Against the breakers, parody of tyrants dooming Reason and concord. All our weaving, our fortressing Dented and denied, the bright unprophetic building Canticles of prayers and praise here balmless falls America has lost a true son whose life enthralls Humanity around the world, the bells are pealing Our man in the shadows had his heart ripped away Loyalty was not enough, the white salt entered him Broke the mast, and docked the ship amidst the far away Rocks, call the lighthouse home, death fogs the signal, and dim Outlook makes us take note, his task was no easy one Ousted sanity and trust, cry now! Watch at the brink, King ego has no friend to solace fear or atone Embattled words and world, Richard is gone, and dreams sink.