AISLE 1, SEAT 7

 
Come ye
Come all, all who can
Come celebrate the life
Of a most incorrigible man

Commemorate the strife
Bystand the curtain call
Unencumbered by child or wife
Buy your ticket for the fall
For all's led to this moment
But this moment leads nowhere at all
And all the moments before
Amount to nothing at all

Come see
Come quick, all who care
Come witness the mighty machine
In this state of disrepair

A spectacal to be seen
No doubt you'll stop and stare
If only for a moment
At his muscles weak and lean
Which once could best a bear
And eyes that once gleamed
An icy stare from the pleistocene
Napalm fueled knives full of fire
Now dull and absent care
And all his clothes asunder
And his gooseflesh body bare

Come weep
Come cry, all who must
Come christen the golden prince
Seizing the kingdom of rust

Corronate the fool
Commission the bronzen bust
Saddle up the mule
Light some incense and say a prayer
Because there's no speaking to men of dust

Come scoff
Come laugh, all who dare
Come dance upon the soil
Of a man once fit and fair

Bred and born to toil
A land of gods and no gods
Always with a smile
This grinning wretch near out of breath
Wrung of all sense and style
Finally realizes he's guileless  
When all he'd had was his guile
And chooses not to walk the world
Not another mile

-DyMc