A man died today. One of many.
Yet, because he sang songs we all know
and became famous, we will recognize him.
In his honor he will receive myriad bouquets
and teddy bears placed on street corners.
He will be twittered in reverential tones.
He will be clarified an icon for the ages,
one of the greatest. As so many are.
For a week or so, he will be the news.
Yet, should we look a bit deeper, we might find
a disturbing life that is less than exemplary. Maybe
even noxiously so to some. Perhaps we should reflect
on the other men who died today. None of them famous,
but more than a few who would come closer to be revered than....
Where are their flowers? Where are their teddy bears?
J. D. Heskin
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