Later on, my childhood friend Karl Marx
Was a big success playing in a rock band
Together we listened to smuggled Tull, as kids
He and his science friend introduced me to The Beatles
'Back in...', on a bligh cul-de-sac minus Starkey
Both eight I was first to reach nine, Alpha nine
Few people remain precise at a distance fade
There was no sensing the day he went away
Sidepitched to me around ten in the morning
By late afternoon he was gone before dinner
Viewed big yellow movers speeding away (from the quarry)
Three this and three that way, lame strategy
Next day my long hand bent the door slamming the iron gargoyle
Sedated, asking him to come back and always stay
Its not easy to change worlds at that age
Months went by thinking on my good friend, out of chamber
Split tests wore most of us down, Delta five and I once held hands
Though I never thought badly of the facility women
It hasn't really been the same since, Afghan, Grenada, Bosnia
Quietly I still miss Karl, owl-horse-tiger-monster, remotely
Making change and Chupacabras, thick on my brain
Tailor Bell
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