The Year Of The Departing Artist

The Year Of The Departing Artist elegy

Uploaded by Eric Scarboro

Among my Father’s
gifts that keep giving
I see less
and less of the living.
I find art
that will never,
be given to us
again ever.
Blue plaques and statues
confirm their passage.
Blues and bad news
can’t hide the message,
of love that is written,
through body and mind.
Break me apart
and surely find,
like Blackpool Rock,
or rings of a tree.
Echoes of their art
written in me.
This is the year of
the departing artist.
Fading away under
a sign that reads, K.WEST.
Magicians replaced
by faceless clones.
Tributes to David,
Haywood Jones.

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