Speedball Lament

the blond superstar behind
the named woman in shackles
had thrown his life away
to the only nemesis he acknowledged,
to the dogs.
his flesh disappeared,
pound after pound
in record succession,
his blood less red,
thinner than water,
his time long past.

the former prodigy
shut himself up
in four thick walls
and started tuning the strings
to respond in eulogy,
his sorrow an utmost secrecy,
his voice vibrating,
never hitting decrescendo.

the third of the triangle pillar,
strongest, enduring,
stood before the grieving faces.
he held his hands aloft
in gesture of the blonde's passing
and led the silence
in his loving memory.
he never sang.

and through pauses of mourning
that dotted the angry world,
he laid himself to rest,
past the soil and the clouds
and the barriers between heaven
and earth,
vowing to be remembered
if only through the only
unparalleled way
he knew.