saying goodbye

 
 
watching the long shadows  
fall across trees in the park
 
reminded me of the day I
was at your funeral  
 
looking down at the unbroken  
egg shell of your body
 
thinking that you always
did find some way of  
beating the rap...
 
...and you did it again
 
leaving the rest of us behind  
to be bartenders, carnival  
barkers and roust-a-bouts
at the doorways of hell
 
you bastard,
you