Tribute 12

He rests in the Stupa
By Sean McNamara

Mommy is yelling
Poppa is drinking
A faceless voice talks
My ears dance and get drunk

Just a guy
Just a gun
Just everything

Deception is but a myth 
We sadly know the truth
Was it an acoustic ending or electric?

I lay the bricks to your ziggurat
To many hands to blister
To many not to pop
To many that lost feeling

Have you had your union with the universe?
Have you been released from the cycle of rebirth?
I'll shave my legs and study Buddhism

He was just a guy
It was just a gun
He was just a guy who was just everything

K.D.C 1967-1994