David Bowie
Dreary death comes with fatal style,
A glimpse forlorn as light goes out;
View confronts sum in weary smile,
Imprint now torn with scream and shout;
Dust to dust then moans passage home.
Boost message clear but not of fear,
Orphaned just when old soul once roamed;
Wrong or right here yet cling to cheer,
Instruct grim times upon the way;
Exhume vain pains as release breaks.
Extract fond rhymes as sad chimes play,
X-pect the slain to thus forsake;
Invite true heart to transcend gall,
Trip next stage art as footsteps fall.
Leon Enriquez
11 January 2016
Singapore
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