The Dead Ones…

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The Dead Ones…

Banished by bad news and commercials, I flee to channel three…
On which surprisingly, a familiar joke was aired…
All those gags and identical faces…Picture-book, with pages that flip over…
Sadly, like a notebook found on a chest bottom…
A smile freezes for a moment…Where are Laurel and Hardy now…
And this cross-eyed mad man…And his white doggy?

They are all dead…Taken away…
Ivy has long ago covered a verse….
Done, are they, with evils and worries…
But, beautiful madness, like an aureole, still murmurs around them…

There was a vintage…A photo only left from it…Year of our Lord, unknown…
Well, whatever…Those barrels were emptied out, long ago…
Dad, with a famous tweed cap, slides his satchel down the back…
Grandpa, dropping swaths of hay in front of a black horse…
I recognize the mother by her blouse through brownish shadows from peach trees…
And, like I hear a meeting of villagers, joined for work…And giggles down the road…

But, they are all dead…And blessed…
Ivy has long ago covered a verse…
Saved, are they, from evil times…
And a trace of honor and kindness, like an aureole, still murmurs around them…

A school year book with important faces of the cool and the brains…
But, only one motto: Hold on, Planet…
Dreamers…Geniuses…Champions…Sacrificed as pawns…
Flags fell at the age of forty-five…
Whenever I meet them, they complain…Whispering as conspirators…
But, a drunk breath is a wind, which cannot raise a dragon…

They are already dead…And they walk…
I was not born to wait for the World's demise…My life is not for sale…
But when you weave your aureole…there is no better place for that…than dark