16th January 2014

Sonnet 71


Another industry - libelling the dead

Once you've been burnt after last orders bell

Legal obligation to keep mum's fled:

Who knows where this wife's vengeful pen will dwell?

God only knows how I'll miss you (but not),

Would it help to publish your texts so

The real you only I knew's not forgot,

Public property's real attendant woe?

But can I still live off your song and verse

When cracks show up in tuneful feet of clay/

Exposes get little time to rehearse,

Hypocrisy gone viral won't decay,

    O twittersphere tweeting your mourning moan,

    But how to kid on I'm sad that you're gone ?