Laureates

what are heroes

for even heroes die,

 our muses 

 sport literature fashion music et al

 their legacies are the well laid paths

 upon which we strew our laurels

 while eternally suckling their milk 

 from our pan-voracious world,

 we copy we follow we style 

 we hum their hypnotic tunes, 

 we dress alike we recite their words

 refusing to let them pass 

 even as they fade to vague,

 become smoke disparate wraiths

 we hold them up admire them

 and shake out their final grains of magic,

 for we the watchers readers listeners

 didn’t climb our own Olympus, 

 when we had the chance 

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© Graham Sherwood 12/2020

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