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Requiem for the Reckless

For Joe

Fearless  friend, artist, builder

of tats, wood and brick.

So charismatic chaos cool,

traveling thirty seconds to Mars.

Chances taken with no chance.

Over the top, swerving, raging

at a  hundred miles per hour,

through the windshield, landing alive.

Home in the wreckage,

and on and on.

Plenty of herbal life,

with vacations in the joint.

Father and mother dying young,

from fathers and mothers dying young.

Demon wars lost on the edge.

Burning tree in a forest fire,

among the stars and in

brilliant light to ember end.

Crescendo resolved in numbing din.

Destiny extinguished with a needle.

In his wake the wind and

saying goodbye, our loss.

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