Goodbye Stu
(in the "Standard" Shakespearean 14-line Sonnet style:)
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Dear Stuart Langston Murry, my beloved son.
Why did Peace find you only with your death?
Why could you not experience what you had won
with air, not water, as your final breath?
Why did Life take, with violence, you from your place
among the members of our family?
Why take from this sad world that smile upon your face
which won't be seen again, eternally?
The greatest poets struggle to express in words
what in the morgue they call [quote] "necropsy."
What orchestras do in their octaves, fifths, and thirds,
"asphyxiation" says the autopsy.
Your father, me, who loved you has to deal with this:
mere words, but none more tearful than no goodbye kiss.