Did time stop

at their death?

Or only just begin?

With a wave of tears

comes one of inspiration.

Unspeakable spills of scarlet

across floors and pavement

and time.

Defining their eras?

Or simply scarring them?

A gash in generations

too deep for forgetting,

too wide for disappearing.

A moment of history

doomed to repeat;

our lessons and duty

never fulfilled.

Kurt and John:

now and then,

there and here,

once and forever.


I was watching a Nirvana special, with my John Lennon poster over me, and this just seemed to form.