LAST DAY
BRANDON LEE
HE REMEMBERS TODAY,
WHEN HIS FATHER ALIVE,
WRESTLING, FIGURE IN WHITE
WAS CONTENDING ALL NIGHT
WITH THE GHOSTS OF THE DRAGONS
AND THE SERPENTS. THE KNIVES
STAINLESS STEEL, GLEAMING COLD,
AND HIS EYES SPARKLING GOLD.
FIRM, THE BODY INTENSE,
WAITS IN HIDING, THE FORCE
THAT WILL GIVE HIM THE PRIZE.
AND IS BRANDON SO PROUD
OF THE HERITAGE BOND,
WHEN THE 'ACTION' IS CRIED,
HE STEPS FORWARD SO BOLD.
AND THE 'BANG!' OF THE PISTOL
STILL RINGING HIS BRAIN,
HE STUMBLES ASTONISHED,
ASTOUNDED IN PAIN.
HE KNEW IN THAT MOMENT
WHERE HIS FATHER WOULD BE
WAITING EAGER HIS COMING.
WITH A SMILE, HE RELIEVES
ALL THE WANTON OF LIFE,
AND WHILE CLOSING HIS EYES,
HE EXPIRES...NO GRIEF.
