The Day Whitney Houston Died
I watched
a few cry.
Hysterical and
blathering about nothing.
What she meant.
What she did.
I heard some say,
“Who?”. They were
tossed from the cliffs.
Bodies burned and
consumed. Souls sacrificed,
to the Gods of Music.
I say, “Will you cry, for
the one who taught
you to love? Will you cry,
for the one who
taught you to fight?
Will you cry, for the
one that taught you to live?”
No. You won’t.
The ocean is too vast.
Names come and go.
