A Star Man Moves On

A final bow,
from a Star Man
and a clown,
No last encore
for the Duke,
or Tom.
I’m gone
I’m gone.
But not for long

No tears please,
They ruin the disguise
I painted the tears
In my own eyes
no bowed head,
I’m no more dead
than Ziggy,
or Tom.
No More gone
than the Duke
or the Star Man.

I am flying
into the stars,
to play the next part,
to don the weeds
of the next Bowie.
To shake up the
ashes and the dust.
So don’t cry friends
But sing you must

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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