Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Poet Gone: An Elegy for Gord Downie

Gord Downie 1964-2017

I drown my sorrows
in an empty glass

Wiping up memories
with a spastic cloth

Dancing with the
shadows of ghosts

As 1990 You
bounce off the walls

Cigarette ashes to ashes
naked New York in winter

The spring forward to this moment
the day before my birthday

To catch our breath
to see the end

The left coast summer
slurred under northern lights

Bored autumn afternoon
at cafeteria Cartoon U

Tragically hip
while soundchecking in

Detroit applause
after the gift shop

Sounds like breakfast
to me tonight

These damp memories
This dry elegy

— Mark Butkus

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