Farewell to…a lady.  …Red tail feathers

Hawkwind you to your grace.  The…good

Die too young is a cliché that makes it’s ever-

Present segue upon our meaningful, meaningless

It seems….  All the days are numbered 1-1 billion

& the bankers cash-out registers all @ the ire mill

As…our fathers turn tricks from in their glad graves…

On a darker shoreline than the dark shorelines they paved

& the breakers break harder & the moment is froze

…Farewell to…a lady; so long good lady…go…

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…………………………………...……but this year there’s been a change

i’m not the only one who’s noticed something ain’t the same at china lake

but there’s this shine a shine a shine on china lake the vistas here

stretch out forever a shine a shine a shine on china lake here it’s only

quiet no hurricanes or riots but hovering there behind it the pain and

the shame of surrender last night i had a dream it was a strange dream

indeed i cut my arm a thousand times but nowhere did i bleed the crippled

were out dancing and the blind they all could see and the vendor selling

streamers walked the quiet empty streets of china lake there was a pale

horse it was a pale horse that i rode and i sat there by the shoreline

and i watched the sky explode at china lake in the shine the pain and the

shame of surrender these are strange uncertain days these are strange

uncertain days

~~db