and john lennon and bobby kennedy
are still dead...
and i am still angry

and i want them back
but not getting old
preserved young
and almost eternal

i do not age graciously
over my own self-passage
and so i carry them with me
for thirty years robert francis
restless spirit walks harlem ghetto
and california grape field and
returns to whitewater raft

and flys back to hyannis port
and john sings imagine to my heart
poses nude unashamed
with japanese muse

two spirits not always graceful
yet full of a special grace
left now as words and music
that stand beyond the age
which they were born into
and taken from us

and i die as slowly
as we all do naturally
restless soul not ready
to join either john or bobby
as i live so shall they