Wake For Psh: February 2014 Poem by Michael Shutt

Tonight you have
an Irish Wake.

Damn, Phil,
Dammit, why?

Why?

I'm sure your Partner,

Children,

weep beside Your Bier-

As do we all,

Those whom Your
great talent
could appreciate.

At first,
the shock-

the disbelief-

that you could
leave us too
damned soon.

But after Shock,

the anger did
set in.

And also Empathy-

The anger for
your family
you left behind
in needle's trail.

You stole from them
a loving soul,

You stole from us
a performances
we now
will never know.

And still we feel

an empathy
for your poor
tortured scar filled soul.

Those left behind
cant understand,

but pray for you,

P.S. Hoffman.

But, still, Phil.

Still.

Dear God.

The waste.