For the quondam Davey Jones, the Thin White Duke:
Like a Birdman taking to the stage, an old actor in a new world,
even as the house fills up, feeling naked and alone,
you are never alone.
Like Tiresias, between two lives, leaving work but not ready to play,
a mere spectator in the wings where the sexes meet,
you speak to us all.
Like Lazarus, all wrapped up, put on the shelf and starting to smell,
even as the mourning’s begun, and it seems too late,
it is never too late.
Like John Lennon, we’ll remember where we were, somewhere
between a tear and a smile when we read the news,
it will always be news.
Like Marilyn Monroe, you are legend now, a song for the waves,
a personage more than we will ever know
or can ever relate.
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