My ‘Brother’ Fionn O’Brien died in Madrid last week. David Bowie yesterday. Here’s one for both of them.
Dead Men Walking
Fionn died last week
Which seems a bloody cheek
As they’d so much left to say.
They both were hewn from solid gold
Which though it ages won’t grow old
While we remain to mourn their loss
And show how much we give a toss.
We’re dead men walking in their shoes
With nought to gain and all to lose
Our generation’s almost gone
But until then we’ll party on.