spike ! golden run boy

you shall claim your love in death

old cowboy bebob

 

the long years you've run

and the many fights on justice side

 

your love in your heart all asundered

and still maiming you

in all ways

 

 

the girl loved you

and heartbreakingly lives on

 

at the thought of you dead by the steel gamer

or by the thought of you with helen in afterlife

 

 

your friends ache and torch their life after thee

 

 

 

and the many many many    pigeons that flew at your death

 

resounds at your altar and

 

alights in aligned lines 

in the music

all angst and tragedy resounds