Ravensong (for George Carlin) Another day, another dead celeb. This time, it’s personal. Did your fam- ous timing fail you in your heartbeat’s ebb, Mr. Carlin? Did you choose this lame bit that’s now stolen your encore? Too many dead too soon, too fast these funerals come, the vault of platitudes is bare and any further words are empty words. We’re dumb and blinded now. Perhaps it’s right and true you shock us yet again, that we’re accosted by your final play on words: how to express our naked grief when grief’s exhausted. When Tricksters, at long last, use up their chances, Coyote laughs, and Kokapelli dances.
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I wrote this in 2008, the summer of celebrity deaths. Who would have guessed what 2016 held in store. It seems fitting on this day.
