Rain tries, fails

to wash away

what ails,

As the winter

of our discontent

crashes down,

unrelenting.

Warrior, brave

Taken, sudden bolt.

Felled,

quelled, now

senses, belief

in revolt.

Good Mike,

Crazy and free

Leaving lore,

visions, memories

to see

in the mind’s eye.

Imponderable fate

toys

with human strength.

So vast, bleak,

Inexorable,

the maw of reality.

still…only

hang tough

like 45 and The Crew,

shake our heads, no.

And battle, always,

evermore

Greg Selber