David Bowie; Memorial

I don’t like this one bit, not one bit Mr Bowie. I don’t like this one bit, Mr Bowie, one bit.

A father a teacher a sister

A brother a lover

But death like life like art aren’t about me

Unless the me is a you and the you were a we

If I had a cathedral I’d carve your face in it. I don’t like this one bit, Mr Bowie, one bit.

But I don’t have a cathedral so I just sit

And look into the inky black spin of your records

You slipped and escaped, eluded our grasp, one last trick, one last prank, one last message.

It’s time to leave the capsule if you dare

I don’t like this one bit, not one bit Mr Bowie. I don’t like this one bit, Mr Bowie, not one bit. 

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