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Listening to Blackstar |
Feeling Bowie’s pain in each note
wistful strains that float through the music,
then out from the speakers
I relate to it, I feel it too,
as if the whole western world were dying with him
all our hopes and our ‘generation’
being picked off one by one
a Los Vegas sniper
for all who love, hope and wish
mad searches desperately through the music
for a ray
that shines upon youth
awakens them
to take up the mantel
I imagine it’s there
I want it to be there
he tries so hard to create it
to make
or manifest it
while the rest of us wonder, if we have something inside
that exudes that much
love.
copyright 2018
Jack G.
Bowman |
