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