Lament for Conn
Joe Bethancourt
FOR KON
-Richard Cook
Oh say fellow pilgrim, have you heard the sad story?
Kon Hawk he is dead in his twenty-fifth year
A knife in the night pinched off promise most rosy
Cut down in his prime for a twelve pack of beer.
There's ladies lined weeping, men angry and silent
While recall and memories still smile through the tears
We met you and knew you and now we have lost you
A sad bitter sundering from one we held dear
We're weary of street war and tired of the slaughter
And sick unto death as the carnage mounts high
It was mad drunken meanness and violence that took you
Random as lightning in that storm-riven sky
You were a strong friend and a kind, gentle lover
and a fine boon companion in good times gone by
Strong shoulder to lean on at height of the hard times
A hand turned to helping when tough tasks were nigh.
So we'll wake you and miss you and bid you fair journey
and perhaps someday somewhere we'll all meet again.
Here's a dram to the honor of a soul bright as silver
Here's a health to your memory and to Hell with your killers
Here's a thanks for the good times that won't come again.
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John Groseclose
Thank you.
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