Cornelius Eady


For Etheridge Knight

Dead poet junkie robber,
They love you even now,
They love you from a distance,
After your storm has passed,

As the wind and water recedes.

Someone grabs a beer and begins
A story; this is how my hair
Fell out, here's the way

My cash sprouted wings
And flew; you might as well
Blame a dog for its
Teeth, a spider its hunger
For flies.

I say I almost met you once and this guy says
A guy like you? Then there's
This smile; hey man,
I'm yellow,
Used to be gold.