Year of departure. For when society loses signals, Or signposts such as yours, the days warp To unravel the mystery of each moment Or the all too blatant lies behind doors, The richness and way you delivered, as you sat In your dotage, fountain pen pouring futures That every political pose and every social Shift achieved scansion, rhyming under you, Cured disease. Four years ago on this day, You passed into the page your work fashioned Away above youth. I knew you older, of course But for those who loved and lived with you longer Your spirit rise. We seek proof that you ev...