I am lonely since the cold war died,
the wall rubbed me raw inside,
but I touched it with my flesh,
now all I touch is death.
I am lonely since Sinatra died,
the tune split my stomach wide,
but I sang it with my tongue,
now every song has been sung.
I am lonely since Zapruder died,
his movie made me hide,
but I viewed it every minute,
now I believe I am in it.
I am lonely since Norma Jean died,
her photo rubbed me raw inside,
I touched myself too much,
now each death is caused by touch.
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Legends, Lovers and Lullabies
Walt Whitman is dead.
Ezra Pound is at large.
Ginsburg is gone.
Shakespeare never said all those things we said he said.
And Elvis has left the building.
