Johnny W Barrow 1890-1914

Johnny W. Barrow 1890-1914 I was appalled! Appalled and flabbergasted indeed! Indeed, when I heard in 1912, Heard that which I did not comprehend Heard that which was absolutely impossible Heard that which was absolutely improbable! I wept, wept as Christ wept, That night in April, long ago, In the dark gray garden under the olives there, Under the silent screaming stars there, That night in April When the invincible, the seemingly unsinkable happened. I too was like him. The whole world was my oyster! The universe was at my calm command! Nothing could destroy me! Nothing could defeat me! Nothing could slow me down! Then, as with that impossible sinking, That impossible undoing, I too descended to the dark depths Here in Mt. Olive Cemetery. Not even the ice bags bestowed upon my chest Not even the desperate prayers Said in faithful earnest on my behalf Could reduce the flaming fiery fever That incinerated my heart, mind and soul.