Song Sung Blues

They done put his body out. Left it on display like El Che, you say. There is somethin' finally that brings us all together. The supreme need to bleed our tears upon the dead, to show how much we really care.

Did it once. Not sure if I was crying because my friend was dead, or because I was looking at that horrible cracked mirror again. The reflection of the end.

The Pope was a good ol' guy. Nothing truly separates us from him now. We're all of the "borrowed time" variety. Some of us eat healthy. The rest of us smoke. Let it be, let it be, let it be...

Z.