Eulogy

Eulogy

A Poem by h d e rushin
"

for Lawrence Lee.

"
June 21 and the blood moon will be where we left it last.
And you, quasi guitar player without a pick like Wess. Master
relationship counselor with your black tongue and your prostate
they took out in a jar beneath you. You relished the tall river bloom
of David Ruffin, so much so, that you sat with your legs dangling
over mythical cliffs and your konk parted; I can still see your
amble: Arms thrusting the walker forward then dragging your body
along with that jar of piss and blood, your holy punctuated twin
scimitars. Unloved since the white girl found you laughing at her
thighs and brought you home.

"Cremation is for ignorant folk" you told us. Because what if they
found liberty in the corpse like Lazarus, wrapped and flailing?
What to do if there was no rotted body, or left unattended like the
rose bush Angela let run wild since 07? And all those no-named weeds
the slept in cracks but die in the canonical hour of sunset before the
little child can grab hold? Enter Judgment: There is no more profit
in being against the war. Vietnam is glassed over and restaurants that
serve sweet drinks on the spot where Curtis refused to duck. Twice

the hat sinks lower over your brow and two more times before they
took the guitar you couldn't play and cornered it like a chastised child.
So sir, gone now. Belonging to the framework of days. This rose bush
is for you. This moon too. This smile we shared when the silvered blossom
of you is remembered. I mean the literal jive mistryst of even the vaguest 
of blues we agreed on, ("let her go, you told me) along with these
dim stars. 

© 2024 h d e rushin


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Casualties of war...later in life, the wounds don't leave and we have to try to live with them.
Cremation....that is what I choose...maybe I am ignorant folk, too...but that is okay.
I want to be sure there is nothing left to get claustrophobic in the coffin...I want to be really gone...and my ashes will be swimming in an old pond in Vermont.
David Ruffin was one of my favorites...
and often I do "wish it would rain."



Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

h d e rushin

4 Months Ago

I remain conflicted. Cremation seems so "final" but, I guess, that's the point. Thanks, brother for .. read more



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Sat sitting.. awe-struck, scared witless, amazed, hit by the drama of how to be on two sides through life in the unknown of death. Grief has nothing to do with your words.. is like a shout to sanity and.. living somewhere and never forgetting what you never wanted to remember. Dana, you've reminded me from the way back when you posted more often, what a (apologies for the word) stupendous thinker and poet you are.

'So sir, gone now. Belonging to the framework of days. This rose bush
is for you. This moon too. This smile we shared when the silvered blossom
of you is remembered. I mean the literal jive mistryst of even the vaguest
of blues we agreed on, ("let her go, you told me) along with these
dim stars.'

Posted 3 Months Ago


h d e rushin

3 Months Ago

thank you dearest. Lawrence was a dear friend of the universe we lost almost a year ago. But his fin.. read more
emmajoygreen

3 Months Ago

True, every word and told me by a special older brother who held faith with certain performers.. read more
Hi dear, your Eulogy is awesome -especially graphic 1st paragraph! I loved it!

I agree with Jacob. When you experience flood waters float up coffins for miles, you might change your mind about cremation. You're dead so you won't care, right? "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust" (:

Posted 3 Months Ago


h d e rushin

3 Months Ago

After Hurricane Katrina the flooded cemeteries in the Fifth Ward, the flood waters would float the c.. read more
Betta

1 Month Ago

Here in NC that has happened a few times which is the reason I paid for cremation when my mom died. .. read more
It is so good to read your words. I've missed this

Posted 3 Months Ago


h d e rushin

3 Months Ago

Everything I know about poetry. And I mean everything, i've learned from you and Jacob. You are my t.. read more
I accidently found this through the causality of another's visit, and I am glad I did, as this is a rare streak of quality found within the cafes depths.
My writing is about as polar-opposite as this comes, yet some of your lines, the emotional leverage and color they apply to the digestion of the words...
Your writing bolsters my innate need to proliferate rebellion through rhyme.
One does need to feel reasonably solid in their beliefs to "feel" powerful belief, that is the power of your style.

No profit in being against war, when the literality of the silver eyed jaunty officials hyperbole blossoms into a canonical hour of learning the art of refusal to duck...

Powerful, mate.
Powerful...
Exceptionally penned, D'rush.




Posted 4 Months Ago


h d e rushin

4 Months Ago

even though life is en revanche (by way of compensation) for the lives that came before us, we never.. read more
apennylate

4 Months Ago

I have a saying that I clam up just to calm down...
your way with words makes me feel slightl.. read more
Dana your voice hasn’t changed a bit but your sharpness may have grown:) the meaning of loving something in spite of yourself has just been redefined lol:/ I have so many relatives that never left the wars (yes plural) so some of your discourse hits home to me! Some were abusive to themselves others to others but in the rare times I saw them at liberty for a little R&R I try to remember them as they were then and not in the trenches! It dawned on me after reading this a second time you would have made a hell of a great blues singer

Posted 4 Months Ago


h d e rushin

4 Months Ago

I have fallen in love with Robert Johnson's premise that love, somehow, was an admixture of unallowe.. read more
Casualties of war...later in life, the wounds don't leave and we have to try to live with them.
Cremation....that is what I choose...maybe I am ignorant folk, too...but that is okay.
I want to be sure there is nothing left to get claustrophobic in the coffin...I want to be really gone...and my ashes will be swimming in an old pond in Vermont.
David Ruffin was one of my favorites...
and often I do "wish it would rain."



Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

h d e rushin

4 Months Ago

I remain conflicted. Cremation seems so "final" but, I guess, that's the point. Thanks, brother for .. read more

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