(after the manner of Paul Simon)
I imagine sometimes I am talking with
all the famous people who ever lived
just like a friend, imagine that,
just like a friend
in need of no autograph no evidence of the trial
no road map of the places they had been
needing no smile no awkward hand up
no name to drop or to look up
just a friend
and I would say what is it you intend
you intended after all
or should we read the writing on the wall
did you get to the point
when you wanted to leave the joint
when you wished that you could sail
or even ride the rail
somewhere where no one
wanted a shred of you.
did you long to be buried under the sod;
did you ever cry out to God.
mary angela douglas 25 march 2021
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