The Number 27

In the pages of history there's a baffling mystery about the passing of the crew since eighteen ninety two. Bright stars turned to dim whether fat or slim, no one's young, no one's old, they were all in same horde. As I saw the leaves fell, the blowing wind came to tell- all the sad news part by part blew a 'piece of my heart'. 'Rock and roll' played in tune, a fine maiden 'drowsed' in dune, for the pipers came to call to take her soul for a stroll. I saw a star in 'Nirvana' walking his way to Samsara; the 'blowing torch' rang the bell that casted a tragic spell. I heard the 'greatest played his guitar' at a distance not afar; when the 'wind jammed' in the way it was his time to drift away. A legend sang his last 'song' and declaimed his best poetry; the 'beating of the gong' went wrong; 'the doors' unleashed a tragedy. Oh! Number twenty seven, how I wish they knew the omen. May the great hearts that have fallen make their way to heaven. Dedicated to the members of 27 Club, especially to the memory of Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison, and Rico Yan. September 15, 2022 The 27 Club Poetry Contest (5th place) Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco