Is there something suspect
in these tears I've wept?
Too wet at the death
of one not quite met?
Is there an online grieving etiquette?
Virtual wreaths for poet's graves
flung slowly through the cyberspace?
Is it like the death of Princess Diana
when Elton John blubbed at the piana'
and the fawning flocked to the local florist?
I'd prefer to believe it real and honest
as the man himself, the one I picture,
a dark and vital Lawrentian figure,
bearded, bolshie, somewhat bigger,
eyes a-blazing truth to power;
quick then take this virtual flower
thrown to follow through the shade.
Unseen faces cannot fade.
I'm an average common dude, just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son, I'm no different from anyone
Ain't no use talking to me, be just the same as talking to you