by J. D. Mackenzie
As the litany of useless details
began to reach Olympian proportions
what was to be a service became a circus
The grieving father moved
to ensure complete financial control
of more numbers than he could count
Two remaining Beatles
seeing an opening for justice
pondered buying their songs back
Three confused children
became even more so after
another strange day in their strange lives
The remaining four brothers
wondered through tears what they’d fetch
for a nights’ gig at the Aladdin
While millions tuned in to glimpse
how commoners send royalty
into the great beyond
But the Curator, paid to think of these things
could only watch and wonder
what ever happened to that damned white glove?
J. D. Mackenzie is a poet, college administrator, and improving organic gardener. His work has been widely published, generally when he remembers to submit it to online and print publications.
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