A voice is leaving
the chorus,
one that hit the highest notes
of character, the melody
of decency, and a tempo
so measured, it actually helped
keep the universe
on celestial track. He was a
guy content
to pull with
others, however common the task,
doing his
share, or standing all
night in the bucket brigade,
as I imagine,
just passing hand to hand,
he was that type, not a man
of solos, but of the chorale,
who tried to change the world
by getting it
to sing together, and
may even have succeeded,
voice by voice.
