There was a death in the room last night,
Not some miserable petering out,
Not some pathetic passing on,
but a spectacular departure indeed.
'One star at least went nova last night'
Certainly a death with impact,
a dynamic going out going to moving on getting through.
Joy of joys! thekingisdeadlonglivetheking.

The Irish, indeed, know how to celebrate death,
to enjoy the grief,
feel every tear,
embrace every pain,
consume the sorrow whole,
happy the unhappy feast.
Awake now!  A wake
and they remember him fondly,
A good chap, or not a bad bird really.       

And so, you see, our innocence,
As we drink, and laugh, and sigh, and drink some more,
Lies still, motionless, empty eyed, layed out.
I'll miss her.