Our Requim - For Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Woofie boy, my dog Poncho

haunts me too

the Bassett Hound love of loyalty he means

I awoke the morning of his death

and knew that he had gone

a carcass carry on for the worms

at the basement door

Where my father's strength and might

heart broken as well to see you

rise from your body and ascend

Burried among the rock wall

with the old rusty iron hinges from the slave horses

also there with you-Manure

I visit you often-pixies, memories

my metal jacket upon me to surrender

to you my loving pet-

I fear there are some very baaaaad dogs

here that have bitten me

left such severe scars

I feel with an animal's instinct that you

spoke to me as you fluttered by

my bedroom window in my dreamy

teenage sleep and said

woof, woof-

rough, rough

rough is good as long as you remember me and breath

I will remember you and guide you

to release yourself

from this mad minded composition

like our other lover, Mozart

your legacy lives forever in my head

calls to the world to memorize

the perfection

sheer Genius-

mathematical

equations

drippy inky pens-

the love, love of a voluptuous woman

and a tiny tot who lost his father

to a limey powdered pauper's grave.

 

Pour moi et vous, en francais, or en englais

or allemand-

you crazy madman-

I don't want to frighten the maid-

I just want to be that white swan at the

Masquerade-

take me and I will follow you anywhere

as will each lovely hand I shake-

Kiss them all for me and sweet dreams Mozart-

my dear Father-and Poncho too-

guard over us all especially my beautiful children

who can hear your subliminal messaging

in utero

then you and I will laugh out loud

because you are so beautiful-

you are Ugly man just like me-

and never cut off your whiskers man

then we might fall down-

you Clown!

 

I am your totem pole now

Howling at the Moon-

Lean on Me

we will discuss the magic of the Flute,

this beautiful life

and our death march for infinity.

 

The Requim lives on.

 

Adieu sweet wolves, adieu.

 

 

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

really like the word drama of this...nodded approvingly at 'limey powdered pauper's grave' and then, especially, 'that white swan at the masquerade'. But the best part for me is 'Lean on me, we will discuss the magic of the flute ... and our death march to infinity.' Marvellous stuff!