John Dye Is Dead <br /> <br />The ‘Angel of Death’ <br />Touched by an Angel <br />Left his heart and bod in SFO <br /> <br />He was ‘Making the Grade’ in ‘84 <br />While I was trying to reinvent <br />Myself close to where I was born <br />Home grown homo returned to meet <br />My own Angel of Death, but he <br />Never came, never mentioned my name. <br /> <br />John Dye is dead and <br />Jim Boone is alive and still poised <br />His was a ‘heart attack’, mine is <br />‘the great race’ – journey to the <br />End of the world with the tenacity <br />To go around one more time <br />With less angst, renewed fun and greater Joy! <br /> <br />John Dye is dead and <br />Jim Boone is alive and, , , well, <br />Resigned, still curious <br />Home alone in someone else’s house <br /> <br />A ‘boyfriend’ to ‘Pan’ with Elvis rising <br />A neighborhood friend with <br />Philanthropic aspirations <br /> <br />One who still finds great joy in <br />Other’s achievements <br />And hope in my own continuation. <br /> <br />I’m alive and John Dye is dead. <br />Go figure. <br /> jb 2011<br /><br />Jim Boone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/john-dye-is-dead/
