Friday, March 19, 2010

MUSES: 30 Years Later



This year marks the 30th anniversary of the death of my father, Robert W. Will (1933-1980)

This is for you, Dad
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The target of abuse
is often the muse
taken from 'til the well runs dry

Mined from forever
Like a bird's soft feathers
when it's been plucked, we wonder why

Another example
of the forces that trample
the man had something to say

He had those he loved
It wasn't enough
for the powers above
and on a cold day
he was taken away

Do those hear on Earth
cut such a wide berth
through thought and circumstance

That the next world as a result
needs them to consult
more than we need them, by chance?

So are they the muses
for unseen fuses
that light the great beyond

We miss them so steady
but they may be already
strengthening some unseen bond.
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