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Dark Horse 2001 - In Memory of George Harrison
By
Jefferson Hennessy
{In Memory of George Harrison; deceased November 30 2001}
Here in my similar cubicle
This drone can't
be still now
I'm surprised my hidden spirit is so hurt by this
Such a long anticipated mourning
I read about it coming months ahead and denied
No, not now
But in the papers I
hear so many sigh a world of sighs like
We all feel distance is no stranger to familiarity
Surely we are all
still too young to be told this
To imagine a world without this voice
To feel this, to have to say goodbye
The morning looks so well
So almost
So on the way
I bet he felt this too just yesterday
This quiet poet whose unwavering heart will forever insist
A little brother to the others who tower
One fourth of a pack of thrillers
A singing playing celebration
One of those pure products that go crazy
In America
The dark horse that placed and showed
Not willing to shine alone
I can't keep still today, not this mourning
All the young passion I've dismissed
Returns to remind me who I am
It hurts that bad
I'll miss his peaceful council
The indifferented Dark Horse
So other - and alive - that day our musiverse changed
He will be missed
Will rebirth
Will depart
Will forever be doubted questioned challenged
And as predictably admired
I cannot be still today but I shouldn't be surprised
From what I knew and know and feel and witnessed
I shouldn't be so surprised that
All my hidden happy
spirits
My others
My unsung fighters and willers
All of my dark horses
who yearn to stand
Are so hurt by this
The mourning paper's news
That shouts
The silence of an old friend's voice
And my quiet office morning's soft farewell
To an unknown admirable soul
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